I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fortunately, that section of the road was only a little crowded, otherwise Fan Zhiyi really felt like he was going to be sandwiched in between.

After successfully getting through that stretch of road, Bing Nan Dong let go of him, seemingly only holding on out of fear of getting separated.

To alleviate his guilt, Fan Zhiyi tried his best not to think about anything else.

He turned around and saw that the street was still packed with people. He asked curiously, "Is it some kind of holiday today? Why are there so many people here?"

Both sides were lined with vendors, and lights were hung in front of the stalls, making it quite lively.

Bing Nandong replied to him: "This street is like this every day at this time."

Oh right, it should be lunchtime now.

Fan Zhiyi recalled that the food street in his college days was almost the same at this time of year, and couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic: "Let's go for a stroll after we finish eating."

"Okay, it shouldn't be so crowded later."

Fan Zhiyi felt somewhat excited about the upcoming trip, and even the soreness in his legs seemed to be relieved: "By the way, there is no curfew in the cultivation world, right?"

“There isn’t one in the Tianyun Sect’s sanctuary,” Bing Nandong said, revealing his unique sect-centric perspective. “But I don’t know about the Nine Thousand Miles.”

Fan Zhiyi was already used to the open and covert struggles between the two sects, so he just let it pass through his ears: "You really like Tianyun Sect."

“After all, this is where I grew up. Although the sect leader is strict in serious matters, he has to consider more things in this position, and some choices are unavoidable. Changsheng, Wu Bai, and Qin Shuan are good friends, and the other disciples also grew up together, so we have a deep bond.” Bing Nandong smiled when talking about the sect, his eyes full of gentleness. “So, as the senior brother, I naturally hope that they are all doing well.”

Fan Zhiyi could empathize with this situation to some extent.

He was an orphan, and because of his age, he often helped take care of the younger children at the orphanage, but they would soon be adopted.

He hoped they would be well, and he also hoped to be adopted so he could live a good life, but unfortunately, that never came to pass.

However, within the Tianyun Sect, apart from Bing Nandong, he generally didn't have a good impression of anyone else.

Therefore, Fan Zhiyi chose to remain silent in response to Bing Nandong's words. Bing Nandong naturally thought of this as well, and suppressed her emotions, lowering her eyes.

The two talked about other trivial things, mostly Fan Zhiyi doing the talking, about Xiao Hei, about how he made mistakes in the steps of making pastries because he couldn't read the words, and they chatted about all sorts of things.

Fan Zhiyi felt that he really enjoyed talking in front of Bing Nandong, while Bing Nandong would quietly listen and occasionally reply to him or ask him questions, which greatly satisfied Fan Zhiyi's desire to express himself.

These past few days, being cooped up in the courtyard without a phone or novels, Fan Zhiyi has mostly been entertaining himself or bothering Xiao Hei to talk to him. As a result, Fan Zhiyi gets especially happy as time goes on and Bing Nandong returns.

Finally arriving at Zuixianglou, the first floor was packed. Bing Nandong went straight to the waiter and asked for a private room. The waiter was about to say that there were no more rooms available, but when he saw that it was Bing Nandong, he immediately greeted him with a smile: "Please wait a moment, Immortal. I will go and ask the manager."

They said to wait a moment, but within seconds the waiter arrived with the shopkeeper.

The innkeeper personally greeted Bing Nandong and led him up to the third floor, but Bing Nandong declined, only requesting a regular private room on the second floor. They waited downstairs for quite a while because of this.

Many guests on the first floor took the opportunity to look over here, hoping to catch a glimpse of the senior disciple of Tianyun Sect. Some even went so far as to ask Bing Nandong for autographs and give him many gifts, which Bing Nandong politely declined one by one.

Taking advantage of the lull when the shopkeeper said there were seats available on the second floor, Bing Nandong quickly pulled Fan Zhiyi upstairs, then breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed considerably.

The private rooms on the second floor were much quieter than those on the first floor. Some people were standing in the corridor, some carrying wine jugs and chatting with their companions. As Fan Zhiyi passed by, he overheard them talking about topics related to cultivating immortality, and some of them even mentioned the Xue family.

But one of them was discussing the Ghost Gate.

As Fan Zhiyi passed by this person, he saw Bing Nandong, who was staring straight ahead, turn his head and glance at the other person slightly.

The speaker was a boy of similar age, dressed in purple, with narrow eyes, a smile on his lips, and his hair was only partially fastened at the back of his head with a silver chain, the rest of it hanging loose.

It was rare for Fan Zhiyi to see such allure and charm in a man.

Several people, probably bodyguards, stood around him, watching over him but not responding to his words, as if the boy were just a drunkard talking nonsense. He deliberately raised his voice as Bing Nandong passed by and turned to lean against the railing.

The boy noticed Bing Nandong's gaze, immediately smiled with narrowed eyes, put his index finger to his lips to make a shushing gesture, and then truly did not say another word.

Bing Nandong didn't linger and withdrew his gaze.

Fan Zhiyi didn't ask. He knew that this was probably something he shouldn't know. Bing Nandong always kept things a secret.

Oh well, he'll just be content being a lazy bum.

The waiter opened the door to the private room and welcomed them inside.

As soon as they entered, Bing Nandong asked Fan Zhiyi what he wanted to eat, giving Fan Zhiyi full authority to order.

In the spirit of saving money and ensuring nutrition, Fan Zhiyi ordered two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup, and then obediently sat there waiting for the food.

Bingnan opened the window to let in some fresh air and, seeing Fan Zhiyi so happy, asked him, "Are you in a good mood today?"

"Yeah, yeah, I saw Xiao Bao, and we even went out to eat." Fan Zhiyi remembered what Zuixianglou was. The last time Wu Bai mentioned it was that it was the best restaurant near Tianyunmen, with delicious food, so it was definitely worth looking forward to.

"Here, take this first, so you don't forget later." Bing Nandong took out a Qiankun bag and tossed it to Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi took it, opened it suspiciously, reached inside and rummaged around, then suddenly widened his eyes, staring at Bing Nandong in disbelief, and pulled out a handful of spirit stones: "How many are inside?"

"Two-thirds of last month's salary," Bing Nandong said. "Didn't we say that you'd get a portion of your monthly salary every month?"

This is more than just some!

"I remember that the monthly salary of Tianyun Sect disciples is not very high."

"We can take on missions to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits on a regular basis, and there are rewards for these. Moreover, because of the special circumstances surrounding the Xue residence, Tianyun Sect made an exception and issued a reward, and the cost of medicine and other expenses were also reimbursed."

Good heavens, Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong as if he were a money tree. If Bing Nandong was so capable, wouldn't they be rich if they took on a few big orders every month?

Perhaps Fan Zhiyi's gaze was too intense, Bing Nandong couldn't stand it anymore: "Don't look at me like that, it's creepy."

Fan Zhiyi rummaged through his Qiankun bag, feeling incredibly happy.

Then he pulled out three more of the same talismans that Bing Nandong had given him before: "Are these for me too?"