I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi wasn't entirely convinced, and Zhuang Yujing could tell from his eyes. She snorted, "If you don't believe me, then forget it."

"Let's talk as we walk." Fan Zhiyi grabbed Zhuang Yujing and strode forward. "Where is the competition venue?"

"You're going the wrong way, this way. And let me go!"

"..." Fan Zhiyi put the porcelain bottle away. "This is the medicine that Murong Xiao asked me to give Bing Nandong."

"what?"

"Brother, could you please keep your voice down?" Fan Zhiyi almost covered his mouth himself. Why was this young master always so easily startled?

He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was there: "Go quickly to the competition area to rescue people. Someone might be trying to kill Bing Nandong."

"What do you mean?"

The only person Fan Zhiyi could trust to save Bing Nandong was this unreliable young master, but Zhuang Yujing was better than him, a good-for-nothing, so he told him everything that had just happened.

Zhuang Yujing pondered intently for a moment, then looked at Fan Zhiyi: "What do you mean?"

"...I don't know either, let's just go there first."

The two jogged all the way, and by the time they arrived, the competition had already begun. Fan Zhiyi was panting heavily. The competition stage was at the very front, and they were standing at the very back. Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the stage, so they didn't attract too much attention.

Many sects came, dressed in various colorful disciple robes. Disciples from each sect stood in neat rows, but overall, there weren't actually that many people from any one sect.

Fan Zhiyi stood on tiptoe to find Bing Nandong's figure and saw him standing at the very front of Tianyun Sect, followed by Lu Changfu and some disciples he didn't recognize, and even Wu Bai!

Fan Zhiyi looked again but did not see the girl he had seen at the school that day.

So what exactly are the qualifications for entering here? Everything seems to be more complicated than it appears.

Zhuang Yujing also stood on tiptoe desperately: "Isn't Bing Nandong right there? How are we going to tell him?"

Yes, how can we attract Bing Nandong's attention without attracting anyone else's?

Fan Zhiyi stared at the exciting fight on the stage and exclaimed, "Wow, so cool! Everyone's spiritual energy colors are even different!" No, no, no, now is not the time to think about that. He needs to find a way to contact Bing Nandong.

Fan Zhiyi desperately tried to think, then looked at Zhuang Yujing: "Your disciple's robe is..."

"My dad's friend's sect was invited too. Our two families have a good relationship, so it's no big deal for us to wear these disciple robes. That's not the point." Zhuang Yujing didn't care.

As Fan Zhiyi listened, he searched for a sect that wore the same disciple robes as Zhuang Yujing. But no, that sect was too far from Tianyun Sect, and there was no chance for him to contact Bing Nandong.

Just then, Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong's eyes sweep over the several sects present, and finally meet his gaze.

Fan Zhiyi blinked, thinking he had misread it, but then he saw Bing Nandong tilt his head slightly and frown in confusion.

Fan Zhiyi instantly knew his chance had come. He quietly beckoned to Bing Nandong, signaling him to come over. The next second, Bing Nandong turned his gaze back to the stage.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Does she not understand what he means?

Suddenly, a heavy object flew down, and Fan Zhiyi was pulled away by Zhuang Yujing to avoid being knocked down by the crowd who were trying to avoid it.

Immediately, other disciples from the Tianyun Sect came to carry the person away, and the victor on the platform bowed and said, "You are too kind."

"Fan Zhiyi, what are you doing here?" The disciple carrying the man recognized him.

"My senior brother sent me," Fan Zhiyi said in a low voice, feigning aloofness.

After bringing up Bing Nandong, the other party indeed didn't ask any more questions, and the next match began on stage. Zhuang Yujing pulled Fan Zhiyi a little further away, staring straight at the stage until a few more moves were exchanged.

Even though Fan Zhiyi didn't understand anything, just by looking at it, he knew that both sides in the competition must be extremely powerful. There was even a barrier set up on the competition stage to prevent the disciples below from being affected by the spiritual energy on the stage. Even the closest sects below the stage were nearly a hundred meters apart.

The platform was very high, so everyone could see clearly what was happening on it.

“From the moment they entered, I couldn’t determine the cultivation level of many of them, which only meant that their cultivation was higher than mine. In the cultivation world, I only know of a handful of people with higher cultivation than me, there couldn’t possibly be so many. I’m also exceptionally talented, but these disciples are even more powerful. Why would the sect make them hide their abilities?” Zhuang Yujing muttered to himself. “Moreover, the techniques used by those sparring on the stage exceed the scope that disciples of the same stage should be practicing. What is the purpose of this competition?”

Fan Zhiyi listened from the side, his heart filled with increasing worry for Bing Nandong's safety. He stood on tiptoe and looked around again, but found that he could not find Bing Nandong.

In just that short time, another round ended on stage.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but sigh, "This is a bit too fast."

"Nonsense, these two are not even in the same league, but overall they are still stronger than ordinary cultivators."

Fan Zhiyi sighed, and then heard someone behind him suddenly ask, "How did you get here?"

Fan Zhiyi was startled by the sudden voice, but when he realized that the person next to him was Bing Nandong, he immediately pulled him: "Bend over a little, I have something to say to you."

Bing Nandong leaned down, and Fan Zhiyi whispered in his ear, "Be careful during the competition; someone might try to harm you."

His breath brushed against Bing Nandong's face, across his earlobe, and down his neck, making Bing Nandong feel a sudden tightness in his chest. He immediately straightened up as if nothing had happened and looked at Fan Zhiyi.

Seeing Bing Nandong looking at him, Fan Zhiyi thought of the original owner's actions and assumed that Bing Nandong was thinking that the person most at odds with him was standing right in front of him. He immediately and hurriedly clarified, "It wasn't me, it was someone else, specifically..."

Fan Zhiyi caught a glimpse of Murong Xiao arriving late from behind. The man looked at him with utter contempt, a sinister smile playing on his lips, before proceeding to the front of the Tianyun Sect's camp.

Bing Nandong followed Fan Zhiyi's gaze, her voice suddenly turning cold: "You're worried about him?"

It must be said that Bing Nandong is surprisingly perceptive in some aspects.

However, Fan Zhiyi didn't notice Bing Nandong's change in mood. He was now eager to spill all the information he knew to Bing Nandong, or even tell Bing Nandong not to participate in the competition at all: "Be careful of that sect leader's son, hiss..."

Fan Zhiyi's beard was unexpectedly ripped off, causing him to howl in pain before instinctively covering his mouth.