I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

That familiar voice, it's that familiar voice!

Fan Zhiyi felt as if he had heard an angel's whisper. Overjoyed, he turned his head and saw the tall and handsome Bing Nandong. He immediately rushed over as if he had seen shining gold, knelt down and hugged the other's leg: "Help! Bing Nandong, I want to go back to Tianyun Sect."

Bing Nandong looked down at him: "Weren't we supposed to stay for two or three days? This is only the first day."

Bing Nandong froze instantly: "I was just kidding, don't take it so seriously."

"Fan Zhiyi, let go. You're covered in sweat. Stay away from me."

Fan Zhiyi refused to let go. Facing Bing Nandong's threatening gaze, Fan Zhiyi lowered his hand and silently looked at the dust marks he had put on Bing Nandong's clothes.

Bing Nandong: "..."

"Don't be angry!" Fan Zhiyi immediately ran away. "I'll go find a handkerchief to wipe you down."

"Stop." Bing Nandong reached out and grabbed Fan Zhiyi by the collar, managing to catch him.

Then Bing Nandong looked at He An, who was not to be outdone. He immediately grabbed Fan Zhiyi's hand and said with exasperation, "Zhiyi, have you forgotten what I told you last night? Don't beg like this. If you want to go back to Tianyun Sect, just tell the young master. But what are you going back for now? Tianyun Sect is full of people who bully you!"

Fan Zhiyi thought He An was frighteningly passionate.

Why is his life so miserable? Taiyunmen is not a good place to stay, and neither is Jiuwanli.

"What's all this commotion about so early in the morning?" Zhuang Yujing grumbled as she walked out, pointing at Bing Nandong and raising her voice, "And you, what have you been doing coming here so often lately? I'm already annoyed by seeing you all the time. You're not really here for this guy, are you? You've really fallen for him?"

Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong, He An: "..."

Bing Nandong: "Get lost."

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, "Young Master is truly a brave man to ask such a question so directly."

Zhuang Yujing instantly flew into a rage, tucked his fan into his belt, and said, "This is Jiuwanli, are you getting out or am I?"

"go away."

"Hey, Bing Nandong, you're shameless!" The young master was speechless. "Are you feeling guilty? Aren't you just being a masochist, liking someone who wants to kill you of all people?"

"Zhuang Yujing, you should really stop the rumors that are spreading from your place."

"What rumors?"

Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong and thought of the words A Yu had said last night that had angered Bing Nandong and made him leave.

Suddenly, Bing Nandong laughed, and Fan Zhiyi's hair stood on end.

The next second, Bing Nandong said to Zhuang Yujing, "Haven't we sparred in a long time?"

"Come on then, I'm not afraid of you. If you lose this time, I'll make you shout at the gate of Jiuwanli that Bing Nandong is no match for me, how about that?"

"We'll talk about it after we win."

"Someone, go and fetch my best sword!"

With the two experts gone, only Fan Zhiyi and He An remained. Fan Zhiyi sniffed. He had exercised for so long and sweated this morning, and now that he had stopped for a while, he felt a bit cold.

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi felt a chill down his spine. Sure enough, He An said, "Then I'll teach you a basic set of boxing techniques while we have this opportunity."

Fan Zhiyi didn't know exactly how long he had exercised that morning, but he was sure he had exceeded his exercise limit today.

Back in his room, Fan Zhiyi was wiping himself with the hot water He An had sent when he heard a knock on the door. He asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me." It was Bing Nandong's voice.

Just as Fan Zhiyi was about to say "come in," he remembered that Bing Nandong always said he was poorly dressed, so he decided to put on his undergarments first before opening the door.

He reached for the clothes, but perhaps because he had practiced too hard, his hand slipped and the clothes fell to the ground. In his haste, he also overturned the basin.

Hearing the series of crackling sounds inside, Bing Nandong's temples throbbed: "I'm opening the door."

As soon as the door was opened, Fan Zhiyi was sitting on the floor, grimacing, his clothes completely soaked.

He reached out his hand to Bing Nandong: "Brother, help me up, my butt hurts."

Bing Nandong sighed, reached out his hand to Fan Zhiyi, and Fan Zhiyi grabbed him and stood up with the help of his strength.

The skin was stark white, and the wet pants were barely visible. Most of the scars on the body had scabbed over, but the scar around the waist was still faintly visible.

Bing Nandong immediately looked away as if he had been burned: "I'll wait for you outside." His ears turned red.

Fan Zhiyi thought it was fine, since he would have to change his clothes all over again anyway. However, staring at the puddle of water on the ground, he couldn't help but sigh. He just liked to find things to do for himself.

After tidying up, he opened the door again. Bing Nandong stood straight outside the door. A Yu had also returned, staring at Bing Nandong with a resentful look. Bing Nandong didn't feel uncomfortable at all and pretended not to see her.

Fan Zhiyi's current outfit was bought by Bing Nandong back then. It fits well, is classic, and is a style that won't go wrong.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "Didn't you and Zhuang Yujing go to compete? Why are you back so soon?"

"Ah."

Who won in the end?

He noticed Bing Nandong's slight smugness, but he suppressed a smile and asked him, "What do you think?"

Fan Zhiyi instantly understood and praised, "Our senior brother is truly amazing." Then he saw the upturned corners of the young man's mouth, which made him appear even more handsome, just like the kind of young wandering knight that Fan Zhiyi had imagined in the novels he had read.

The two fell silent for a moment. Fan Zhiyi didn't like quiet and felt uncomfortable there, so he said, "Let's go."

To his surprise, this time Bing Nandong looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Where are you going?"

"Tianyun Sect, I've packed everything. Aren't you here to pick me up?"

"No." The answer was firm and decisive, without hesitation.

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

Bing Nandong turned to look at him, not wanting to miss out on the fun: "You said it yourself, two days, keep your word."

Dude, are you serious? You came all this way just so I'd praise you?

Fan Zhiyi smiled and watched Bing Nandong leave.

He thought this person was probably just bored. He himself said one was in the east and the other in the west, yet he still liked to huff and puff his way over here.

Fan Zhiyi was a little frustrated. His hair was still wet. He decided to go and sunbathe for a while.

Ayu leaned in to sow discord: "See? See? Bing Nandong isn't even human, is he?"

Fan Zhiyi agreed wholeheartedly: "That's too much."

Fan Zhiyi had considered sneaking back to Tianyun Sect, but he felt that Bing Nandong was capable of throwing him back and keeping him there until tomorrow. After all, this man's thoughts were truly unfathomable.

"Fan Zhiyi".

Feeling uneasy at being suddenly called by name, Fan Zhiyi answered loudly, "Here!"

Bing Nandong turned to look at him: "Take your medicine properly, and don't forget to apply medicine to the wound on your hand."

"Okay." Fan Zhiyi responded, standing there blankly. He thought Bing Nandong had heard him talking badly about him and was going to say a few more sarcastic things to him. He remembered that Bing Nandong's hearing had always been quite good.

It seems we really shouldn't judge others by our own petty standards.