I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Chapter 69

"Ah, can't you tell?" Bing Nandong responded softly, acting all cool and handsome, not even glancing at Fan Zhiyi, but looking towards the street.

Fan Zhiyi sensed something was off: "You're acting strange today. Is it because of tomorrow's competition?"

He saw that Bing Nandong seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then said casually, "How could that be? Tomorrow is just a regular competition."

Based on the reactions of both the sect leader and Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi was not entirely convinced.

Bing Nandong seemed to know Fan Zhiyi's thoughts and added, "Because disciples from other sects will come to compete together, the sect leader is concerned about the prestige of Tianyun Sect, which is why he attaches great importance to it and urges me to practice hard."

Fan Zhiyi: Staring...

Bing Nan Dong coughed lightly, too lazy to explain to him: "Anyway, it's not a big deal."

This kid, does he even realize he's trying to cover something up?

Given Bing Nandong's personality, he could have simply remained silent or retorted with "mind your own business." His current pretense—did he want him to continue questioning him, or did he not want him to know?

It's so hard to guess what they're thinking.

Fan Zhiyi rested his chin on his hand, staring at Bing Nandong, and noticed that Bing Nandong's back seemed to be straightening even more. He just stared at him like that, and Bing Nandong stood stiffly, his knuckles gripping the window frame tightly.

Finally, Bing Nandong turned around, frowned, and raised his voice considerably: "What are you staring at?"

"Nothing, just keeping an eye on things."

"..." Bing Nandong softened her expression and beckoned to him, "Come here."

Having learned from past experiences, Fan Zhiyi suspected that Bing Nandong had probably seen something strange and frightening again, so he beckoned him over to look and tease him.

"I do not want."

"The night market is beautiful."

Seeing Bing Nandong like this, Fan Zhiyi, though suspicious, still chose to step forward. He couldn't help but lean out of the window, and the view from this angle was exceptionally stunning.

The second floor isn't particularly high, but you can see the long lights below stretching like a giant dragon, contrasting with the inky black sky in the distance, rising upwards with vigorous energy.

The wind whipped his hair up, obscuring his view, but Fan Zhiyi felt a strange sense of relief: "If it were a little higher, it would look even more spectacular!"

“You’re afraid of heights when you’re using a sword,” Bing Nandong exposed him.

"Oh, I was just daydreaming. Speaking of which, doesn't the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion have a third and fourth floor? We can go up there sometime."

Bing Nandong walked back to the table and sat down: "Going up there isn't so easy."

Based on Bing Nandong's meaning and his previous experience reading novels, Fan Zhiyi guessed that this setting was probably only for high-ranking officials and nobles who could go there.

Before long, the food was served, and it smelled delicious. Fan Zhiyi started eating without any hesitation: "It's delicious! It feels like I'm eating my last meal before I die."

Bing Nandong: "...I'll come back to eat the day after tomorrow."

"Really?" Fan Zhiyi raised his eyebrows, and seeing that the other person was about to get angry, he immediately picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his bowl. "I know, really, I was just kidding you."

Bing Nandong stared at the food in his bowl. He remembered that Fan Zhiyi would cook delicious food for Xiao Hei to please it, and then take the opportunity to pet the cat.

After eating, the two strolled around for a while, and Fan Zhiyi even bought a sugar cake with spirit stones.

They lived in the same courtyard and were on the same route. When they parted, Fan Zhiyi thought about how mysterious Bing Nandong was making this competition, and how he probably wouldn't tell him how long it would take to leave tomorrow. So he could only say some words of blessing in advance tonight: "I wish you all the best tomorrow and that you will win the championship."

Bing Nandong stared at him for a long time, making Fan Zhiyi feel embarrassed and start to wonder if he had said something wrong again.

At this moment, Bingnan Dongcai said, "Alright, get some rest. I won't be able to read to you tomorrow, so you should review the characters you learned a few days ago."

"Uh-huh."

Back in his room, Fan Zhiyi plopped down on the bed, let out a long, comfortable sigh, and then turned over, staring at the ceiling.

It was so quiet. He guessed that Xiao Hei must have gone to linger around Bing Nandong again, or was just wandering around.

He was so full that he couldn't sleep at all, so Fan Zhiyi sat up and saw the osmanthus flowers on his desk.

I don't know if it's because of the spiritual energy of Tianyun Sect, but it's still open now.

Looking at the osmanthus blossoms, Fan Zhiyi inexplicably felt a pang of longing for A Yu.

I wonder how A-Yu is doing at Youshan Temple. Master Jinwu is a kind person, so we should get along well. I wonder if Bingnan Dong has any contact information so that he can occasionally contact A-Yu.

Nighttime often breeds melancholy. Fan Zhiyi patted his face to shake off the sadness and decided to learn from Bing Nandong to be a diligent person.

He randomly picked a book from the bookshelf and looked at it. The original owner's elegant handwriting was still on it, showing that he was studying very diligently.

This book is about drawing spiritual energy into the body, and it's incredibly hypnotic. Fan Zhiyi read a few pages and felt like he was about to fall asleep.

Just then, the Qiankun bag he used to use suddenly started jumping around like a pot had exploded, startling Fan Zhiyi so much that he hurriedly grabbed it and opened it. A token-like object flew out impatiently.

This was given to him by He An when they parted last time, saying it was for communication. However, Fan Zhiyi doesn't have spiritual power, so in general, it's something that He An can use to contact Fan Zhiyi.

Why would He An contact him so late at night?

"Fan Zhiyi, can you hear me?" He An's voice came from the token.

One of the amazing things about the world of cultivation is that you will actually see many fantastic and wondrous objects.

Fan Zhiyi leaned closer: "I can hear you, can you? What do you want?"

Are you at Tianyun Sect right now?

"Yes."

"Is there a competition in Bingnan tomorrow?"

"Yes, I have."

There was no immediate reply. Fan Zhiyi seemed to hear another voice on the other end, and sensing something was amiss, he asked, "What's wrong?"

After a moment of silence, He An said, "We are currently at the foot of Tianyun Sect Mountain. Can you find a way to help us infiltrate Tianyun Sect?"

"Huh?" What a strange question.

"Us? Who else is there besides He An? Surely Zhuang Yujing is there too? What are they doing at the foot of Tianyun Mountain in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Fan Zhiyi remembered that Bing Nandong had said that some disciples from other sects would also be coming to tomorrow's competition. Could these two be two of them? But if that's the case, why not just come in openly? Why bother looking for him?

He An seemed a little anxious as he didn't get a reply: "I know this happened suddenly, and besides, it might be difficult for you to understand why we're making this request, but we really do have important business to attend to..."