I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Noticing Fan Zhiyi staring at her, Bing Nandong turned to look at him: "What are you doing?"

Fan Zhiyi sighed: "I'm bored."

So, kind-hearted Bingnan gave him a book, which Fan Zhiyi used as a pillow to sleep on.

"Senior Brother." The moment the clear female voice rang out, Fan Zhiyi immediately opened his eyes and found that the girl in front of Bing Nandong had turned around and was talking to him.

She wore her hair in a simple bun, tied with a ribbon the same color as her disciple's robes, and rested her chin on her hand: "I heard from Senior Brother Lu that this training is dangerous. Alas, if they hadn't insisted that I return to Tianyun Sect halfway through, I would definitely have been able to help Senior Brother!"

Bing Nandong smiled and said, "You are too impulsive. Sending you back to Tianyun Sect would be more like helping me."

"I won't." Then she looked at Fan Zhiyi, her eyes clear, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Their eyes met. Caught red-handed, Fan Zhiyi felt awkward and continued to lie down, propping up his book and pretending to sleep. But then he heard the girl say worriedly, "Senior Brother, he..."

Bing Nandong shook his head, and the girl sighed softly: "Then senior brother should be more careful, especially with books, writing brushes and ink, to prevent them from being tampered with again."

Did they tamper with it? The original owner did it, but what did the original owner do? Fan Zhiyi forced himself to close his eyes to reduce his presence and avoid the topic from turning to him again. Even if he didn't care, being pointed at and talked about would still make him feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the girl didn't press the matter further. Instead, she said, "And senior brother, why hasn't senior brother Qin Shuan returned yet? I asked senior brother Lu, but he also remained silent."

Fan Zhiyi involuntarily clenched his fist, thinking of the mottled scars on his arm. He still had a huge score to settle with Qin Shuan. However, in this world of cultivation, he needed to think carefully about how to take revenge. The most important thing now was to find Qin Shuan's whereabouts.

Bing Nandong remained silent, and Xu Qing realized that something was amiss.

Just then, another voice joined in: "Nan Dong, Junior Sister Xu."

Lu Changfu arrived and sat down on the other side of Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong greeted him with a smile, and then Wu Bai happily took his seat and chatted with them, though the conversation mostly revolved around Bing Nandong.

Putting aside Fan Zhiyi, this was truly a harmonious scene, with the Tianyun Sect members showing brotherly affection and respect.

Then class began. Fan Zhiyi was quite energetic at first, but the lecture was all about methods of cultivating immortality, etc. Since he couldn't cultivate immortality, he started cursing the broken system as he listened, and then he got sleepy again.

To keep himself from collapsing, Fan Zhiyi sat upright, supporting his forehead with his hands to cover his eyes. He would close his eyes for a while, and when he was about to fall, he would open them again, determined not to sleep.

If Fan Zhiyi hadn't gotten up so early in the morning, he felt he wouldn't be this sleepy. But the teacher's voice was just too hypnotic.

Bing Nandong unconsciously shifted his gaze to Fan Zhiyi. He watched him bend down and then straighten up immediately, staring at him for a long time until the sunlight climbed onto the corner of his table. Only then did Bing Nandong suddenly wake up, feeling extremely bored.

So Bing Nandong nudged Fan Zhiyi, who instantly woke up and looked at the podium with a guilty conscience, but soon his eyelids started to droop again.

Xu Qing, who was in front, turned her head slightly and glanced at Fan Zhiyi, but didn't say anything.

Fan Zhiyi thought there would be a break in the middle of the class, but the lecture went on until lunch break. He wondered if the teacher got thirsty.

He didn't sleep very well, feeling apprehensive, but just like he used to have in school, he couldn't feel sleepy anymore as soon as get out of class ended. He rubbed his neck and asked, "Do I have to come back this afternoon?"

"No need. After the morning classes, you can arrange your own cultivation time." Bing Nandong packed his things. "Do you want to come to school again tomorrow?"

"Can I not come just because I don't want to?" Fan Zhiyi asked.

He thought Bing Nandong would tell him that he "couldn't" tease him, but Bing Nandong replied, "Yes, you can."

"To be honest, I really don't want to." Fan Zhiyi is an ordinary person, and he really can't remain calm and composed in this atmosphere, being the subject of so much gossip. He also doesn't want people to see him and say behind his back what he did to Bing Nandong, etc., which is just unpleasant to hear.

"Let's go then, let's ask for leave."

This is so considerate; you can even ask for leave?

"Senior Brother, let's go have dinner together," Xu Qing invited.

Bing Nandong refused, saying, "You guys go ahead, I have other things to do."

Lu Changfu and Xu Qing looked at Fan Zhiyi at the same time. Then Xu Qing stepped forward and covered her mouth, while Bing Nandong leaned down slightly to listen, cooperating perfectly.

"Senior Brother, he's acting differently today. Could it be that he's plotting something to harm you again?"

"No, you guys go first."

"Then I'll be going now, senior brother. If I'm late, there won't be any good food left." Wu Bai said goodbye and ran off in a flash, while Xu Qing and Lu Changfu were still standing there.

Knowing that Bing Nandong wouldn't change his mind once he made a decision, Lu Changfu could only say, "Be careful."

Bing Nandong chuckled: "Don't worry."

After that, the leave request went very smoothly. Originally, when Fan Zhiyi went to ask the other party for leave, they were not very willing, but as soon as Bing Nandong opened his mouth, they immediately granted him a year's leave.

Fan Zhiyi called it the charm of a good student.

Not long after leaving the school, Fan Zhiyi received another letter from the sect leader, asking him and Bing Nandong to go together.

Fan Zhiyi sighed, wondering why it was so difficult for him to get lunch.

The main hall of the sect leader had a completely different style, grand and magnificent. After Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong entered, the gate closed, leaving only the three of them.

The sect leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He looked at Bing Nandong with a smile on his face.

But strangely, when Fan Zhiyi looked into the sect leader's eyes, he always felt that those eyes were exceptionally cold, and the smile did not reach his eyes. He looked at Bing Nandong as if he were looking at some inanimate object.

After the two bowed, the sect leader asked Bing Nandong if he was injured and if there was anything unusual about his trip. Bing Nandong only said that he was fine, but the Xue residence was filled with ghostly energy and it was feared that the Ghost Gate would open again. However, it had been sealed off and high monks from Youshan Temple had been invited to chant sutras to purify it.

After asking Bing Nandong, the sect leader turned to Fan Zhiyi and addressed him affectionately: "Zhiyi, how are you feeling? I received a message from Nandong saying that Qin Shuan intends to harm you, but unfortunately, we haven't found him yet."

"Thank you for your concern, Sect Leader. I am fine."

"That's good then." The sect leader didn't ask any further questions, making it seem like a casual polite remark.

Just then, Bing Nandong suddenly knelt down and bowed, saying, "Sect Leader, this disciple wishes to cancel my engagement with Fan Zhiyi."

The sect leader asked calmly, "This trip has taken too long. Are you ready for the grand competition in ten days?"