I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"Disciple is preparing." Bing Nandong persisted, "Sect Leader..."

"Nan Dong, didn't you want to save him in the first place? Now you're willing to sacrifice some insignificant things like this? How can we believe you'll be willing to do the same for others in the future? Besides, have you thought about how he'll cope after the engagement is called off, and how the Fan family will treat him?"

"This disciple believes that the marriage agreement is a matter of great importance and should not be handled in this way. This disciple does not agree with the sect leader's words."

Despite Bing Nandong's opposition, the sect leader remained expressionless, only looking down at the kneeling Bing Nandong without saying a word.

During this quiet time, Fan Zhiyi felt an invisible pressure in the air, making him almost kneel down in submission. Looking at Bing Nandong again, he noticed that Bing Nandong's back was trembling, as if he was stubbornly resisting and refusing to give in.

"This disciple humbly begs the sect leader to cancel the engagement. This disciple will not disappoint the sect leader!" With each word he uttered through gritted teeth, Bing Nandong's back bent an inch.

“Nan Dong, I already explained the pros and cons when you mentioned it to me last time. Your marriage to him has long been a matter of concern to all living beings.”

Fan Zhiyi really didn't understand what agreement the sect leader and Bing Nandong had reached, or what expectations Bing Nandong was carrying. He just knew that this blatant moral blackmail made people very uncomfortable; it was pure fantasy novel tropes.

Why does getting married have to be a matter of national importance? Even if Bing Nan Dong is really the male lead, this is unacceptable. Besides, he's just a useless person with a useless constitution. Why add these buffs that make him look like he'll die young? This author is really something.

"Sect Leader, I implore you to cancel your engagement with Fan Zhiyi."

The sect leader's voice finally turned cold: "Nan Dong, you've become much more willful lately. Leaving aside your reckless trip to the Xue residence, I also won't pursue the matter of you privately adopting a stray cat as a spirit pet. But this has only made you more arrogant."

Spoiled? You call this spoiled? Why don't you go to the real world and see what children who are spoiled by their parents are like?

Fan Zhiyi felt indignant, and perhaps because he showed it too obviously on his face, he felt the pressure in the air intensify, and he directly knelt down on the ground with his hands on the ground.

Putting everything else aside, my knees hurt terribly from bowing.

"Alright, alright, they're still young after all." The sect leader's voice became indifferent again. "In short, I've done my best to create opportunities for you to get to know each other. The rest is up to you."

After a pause, the sect leader looked at the two of them as if they were mischievous children, his tone full of indulgence: "Now that you mention it, why don't we hold your wedding as soon as possible, to avoid causing any surprise among the public? Let's celebrate on the day of the Beginning of Winter, how about it?"

No, why does this sect leader act on a whim?

Bing Nandong was about to speak, but Fan Zhiyi had already been pressed down and was almost lying on the ground. Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi out of the corner of his eye, pursed his lips, and said, "Disciple obeys."

As soon as he finished speaking, everything went calm, as if nothing had happened.

Fan Zhiyi glanced at the sect leader, whose gaze remained fixed on Bing Nandong, full of affection: "Seeing that your relationship has progressed, I am very pleased."

Fan Zhiyi found this sect leader's demeanor extremely strange, and his words were equally odd. He disliked and loathed this person intensely.

Bing Nandong helped him up and took him away from there.

Only after the door behind him slammed shut did Fan Zhiyi feel alive again, rubbing his knees and waist.

Bing Nandong looked at him and asked, "Has your injury relapsed?"

"It shouldn't be a back injury, it's just that I suddenly fell to the ground and my knee is sore."

Once Fan Zhiyi felt a little better, they continued on their way. Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong, who remained silent the whole time, and guessed that the other party was probably in a terrible mood, so he kept quiet to avoid upsetting him even more.

However, his silence did not mean that Bing Nandong would remain silent forever: "I will ask the sect leader again to cancel the engagement before the wedding date. In addition, we will send more people to search for Qin Shuan. I will inform you as soon as I have any news."

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi wasn't actually in a hurry. The mad sect leader had moved up the wedding date, which meant that Fan Zhiyi had even less time to get used to this world. Besides, Fan Zhiyi now felt that staying by Bing Nandong's side and waiting for Bai Bai to come back wasn't a bad idea.

Fan Zhiyi followed Bing Nandong closely, glancing at him every now and then, while Bing Nandong's gaze remained fixed on the front.

“I took you to the school to find out your decision, and you need to go in person to ask for leave. I didn’t mean to subject you to those things.” Bing Nandong pursed his lips. “But, I’m sorry.”

It was quite a surprise that Bing Nandong would apologize to him. Fan Zhiyi was flattered and said, "It's nothing. Actually, I should be thanking you. If it weren't for you after I lost my memory, I probably would have been killed long ago."

Bing Nandong looked at him with her beautiful eyes, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she looked away.

Fan Zhiyi thought about it and realized that the engagement probably couldn't be canceled. Moreover, judging from the sect leader's attitude, Bing Nandong must have been severely reprimanded when he went to talk to him last time.

Fan Zhiyi said understandingly, "Actually, if the engagement really can't be canceled, it's not a big deal. We can just take it one step at a time. There's no need to keep going to that sect leader to suffer."

Then he saw Bing Nandong quickly look at him, his eyes widening slightly, his brows relaxing, and a rare look of surprise on his face: "Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Fan Zhiyi didn't care. Nothing would really happen between them. But judging from Bing Nandong's reaction and the tone of his voice, he felt that Bing Nandong didn't really want to break off the engagement.

Fan Zhiyi carefully recalled the time from their first meeting until now, how Bing Nandong had risked his life to save him time and time again, and those seemingly inexplicable reactions, such as why he would save someone who wanted to kill him, and why he was so good to him. Fan Zhiyi suddenly came to a shocking conclusion: could Bing Nandong actually like the original owner of this body?

Yes, Bing Nan Dong's personality is so awkward. Knowing that the person she likes dislikes her, she definitely won't show any other feelings. So this is the real love-hate relationship.

The more Fan Zhiyi thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. He ignored the parts that didn't make sense and became firm in his opinion.

That's terrible. How is he going to explain to Bing Nandong that he's now a pirated version of the original body?

Just as Fan Zhiyi was struggling with his conscience and feeling uneasy, Bing Nandong suddenly stopped.

Fan Zhiyi looked ahead and saw three disciples of the Tianyun Sect. However, just from their posture, it was clear that the one in the middle held an absolute position among the three.

The man took the lead in bowing to Bing Nandong: "Senior Brother, what a coincidence." His tone was somewhat mocking, and his smile made people feel uncomfortable.

Bing Nandong simply nodded and walked past him.

Fan Zhiyi heard mutterings coming from behind: "What is that kid? In the end, Tianyun Sect will still be yours."

Fan Zhiyi was really annoyed by these people who gossiped behind his back. They were like villains in a novel. If they had the guts, they should just come and talk to Bing Nandong directly.

"The one walking at the front is named Murong Xiao, the sect leader's only son," Bing Nandong explained. "However, it's best to avoid contact with him."

"I understand." Even if Bing Nandong hadn't reminded him, Fan Zhiyi wouldn't want to have any contact with this guy.