I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"Like this, like this." Fan Zhiyi helped him adjust his posture. "Yes, yes, it's almost like holding a baby."

He heard Bing Nandong breathe a sigh of relief and couldn't help but laugh.

Bing Nandong glared at him, and Fan Zhiyi immediately stopped smiling: "It seems that Xiao Hei likes you very much. Our senior brother is indeed popular everywhere."

It was just a joke, but A-Yu insisted on whispering in Fan Zhiyi's ear, "He blushed."

Fan Zhiyi: "!" Strange, he blushes when praised? I didn't see him react like this when I praised him during the day.

But getting back to the main point, Bing Nandong, holding Xiao Hei rather clumsily, asked, "Do you want to keep it?"

"I haven't thought it through. Just considering the rules of Tianyun Sect, I don't know if I can keep it." Moreover, he has a bad reputation in Taiyun Sect. Judging from their attitude towards Xiaobao back then, Fan Zhiyi is very afraid that he will be implicated because of him. There are too many cases of cat abuse in modern times, and Fan Zhiyi is not sure.

"Some disciples of the Tianyun Sect keep spirit pets."

"Ok?"

"If you're worried, it will be registered under my name, and no one will dare to bully it."

Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, deeply moved, and even dared to pat Bing Nandong on the shoulder: "Good brother."

Bing Nandong's smile faded considerably: "Take your hand away."

"I'm sorry, I was just carried away." Fan Zhiyi awkwardly withdrew his hand, realizing that Bing Nandong didn't like him touching him.

On the way back with Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi said, "I've never owned a cat before. My family only had one Golden Retriever before. Now that we don't have internet to look up cat-related information, I'm a little worried..."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I've raised cats before, I can teach you!" A-Yu was happy that Fan Zhiyi and the others could raise this little black cat. "I used to be bored at home, and my father gave me a little white cat. I took good care of it."

"that would be great."

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi, who was chatting and laughing with A Yu, then looked down at the well-behaved cat in his arms.

"Zhiyi, I'm sorry, I was busy and I'm late," someone called out from the other side, waving at Fan Zhiyi.

It was He An, and walking ahead of He An was none other than Zhuang Yujing.

Zhuang Yujing suddenly quickened her pace and pulled Bing Nandong aside, saying, "What are you doing here again? You think this is your home? You can come and go as you please?"

"Do not care."

"...I don't care. As compensation, you have to tell me what's so special about Fan Zhiyi, what's the deal with his blood? Also, from what I've observed over this period of time, he seems like a different person. Could he have been possessed?"

"Thinking too much."

"Anyway, I've reminded you, do as you please." Zhuang Yujing was infuriated by Bing Nandong's attitude, then straightened her expression and said, "Let's get down to business. I think there's something wrong with the Xue family. That house has been fine for hundreds of years, so why did it become like this after the Xue family moved in, in just a few years?"

"It's a case of 'great things come from small beginnings,' and this house was already filled with an extremely sinister aura. The Xue family was just lucky to be in it."

Zhuang Yujing stared at him, frowning: "I still feel something's not right. I'll tell you after I find out."

"Nothing seems wrong."

"Hey you……"

“Zhuang Yujing,” Bing Nandong called his name solemnly, “there’s nothing wrong with it.”

"..."

Silence fell between them. Zhuang Yujing was particularly displeased with the feeling that Bing Nandong knew something while he himself did not, as if he had fallen far behind Bing Nandong in some mysterious way.

Zhuang Yujing wasn't one to mince words, so she asked directly, "What exactly do you know? Is it related to the Ghost Gate, or to powerful families in the cultivation world? What's making you so nervous?"

"You're so noisy. Anyway, this matter ends here. If you keep bothering me, I'll write to the head of the Jiuwanli family and say that you lost to me in the competition again."

This is the ultimate act of destroying someone's spirit. The head of the Jiuwanli family is Zhuang Yujing's father. If Bing Nandong really does this, given the relationship between Tianyunmen and Jiuwanli, the head of the Jiuwanli family will have no choice but to immediately take Zhuang Yujing back and make him undergo intensive training in seclusion.

They seemed to be having a great time chatting, but this time the young master had learned to lower his voice. Fan Zhiyi could only vaguely hear the young master talking non-stop.

Meanwhile, after Fan Zhiyi thanked him and said he was leaving, He An looked very serious and tried his best to persuade Fan Zhiyi to stay.

Fan Zhiyi said, "I am still a member of Tianyun Sect after all. This is not good. And don't worry, even if I go back, I will not forget our revolutionary goals and will practice diligently."

For some reason, Fan Zhiyi was inexplicably confident in himself at this moment.

“If it’s because of his status, why not join our Nine Thousand Miles?” He An seemed to have made up his mind. Amidst Fan Zhiyi’s stunned expression, he walked up to Zhuang Yujing, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands, and said, “Young Master, please allow Fan Zhiyi to join Nine Thousand Miles!”

No, Brother He An, I am still married to Bing Nandong. What would it mean for me to join Jiu Wanli?

As expected, Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi, who could only give an awkward but polite smile.

Zhuang Yujing slapped his forehead in exasperation and yelled at Bing Nandong, "Take him away right now! Look at him, he's only been here for less than two days. I won't hold the kitchen incident against him, but now even He An is like this. He's a scourge to the country! And you, Fan Zhiyi, don't take advantage of He An's kind heart to deceive him. Get out of here!"

He An was about to plead again when Zhuang Yujing squatted down to look him straight in the eye, poking him with her fingertips and saying, "Shut up, don't say anything."

Fan, the scourge of the nation and the people, knows the ease of things: "Well then, shall we go? He An, goodbye."

Zhuang Yujing looked up at the cat in Bing Nandong's arms: "You're even taking the cat away? Do you really think I'm just here to freeload?"

Bing Nandong tossed down a bag of spirit stones and looked down at Zhuang Yujing, saying, "Thanks."

Zhuang Yujing: "..."

Zhuang Yujing jumped up suddenly, and was about to rush up and hit someone, but He An immediately stood up and pulled him back: "Zhiyi, no matter what happens, you can come to me."

"Uh-huh."

"Bing Nandong, I'm letting you off easy today. Otherwise, do you think you could beat me? If you're so capable, let's have another round. I'll beat you until you..." Zhuang Yujing stopped in time, repeating "you" several times without finding a way to continue.

"Your face is swollen, let's put some medicine on it," Bing Nandong said without turning his head.

Fan Zhiyi turned around and couldn't help but chuckle: "Young Master, if you miss Xiao Hei, you're welcome to come see him anytime. You're always welcome."

Zhuang Yujing paused, straightened his clothes, and snorted arrogantly: "This young master likes to raise things that can't be raised by myself, and has to go to your lousy place."

Even after traveling 90,000 li, A-Yu was still somewhat reluctant to leave: "90,000 li is so lively!"

Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong and, seeing that he didn't seem to be angry, covered his mouth and whispered to A Yu, "When you go back to Tianyun Sect, don't mention the three words 'Nine Thousand Miles,' or you might lose your life."