I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Everyone's expression was identically indifferent. They were like a group of cold puppets, just staring blankly at the top, including Lu Changfu and Wu Bai, who always called him "senior brother." Everyone was focused on the stage, without any personal feelings.

They were just unrelated spectators.

Fan Zhiyi looked at Zhuang Yujing, only to see that Zhuang Yujing showed no further emotional fluctuations upon seeing this scene, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

There was nothing he could do. At that moment, Fan Zhiyi felt utterly powerless; he could only watch from below, unable to react in any way.

At the moment Bing Nandong was pierced, Fan Zhiyi felt fear again, the fear of death, the kind of fear that had been silently stimulating his nerves in this world.

Bingnan will die, he really will die.

Fan Zhiyi's mind went blank for a moment. He didn't care about anything and ran forward, following the figure on the stage. This time, Zhuang Yujing grabbed him quickly and lowered her voice: "What are you doing? Bing Nandong is fine. He didn't use his full strength at all. He was trying to persuade Qin Qianchi, so he didn't kill him."

Zhuang Yujing never thought that Fan Zhiyi, who looked so gentle and weak, could have such explosive power. She was even preparing to use magic to control people when the spiritual power on the stage suddenly surged.

The icy blue spiritual energy froze the ground, and then golden sword shadows shot out like a thousand arrows, piercing through the spikes and also passing through Qin Qianchi.

Qin Qianchi stood within the barrier, but it didn't last more than a few minutes. The barrier shattered, and he was pierced by countless sword shadows. Bing Nandong fell from the sky. He coughed a few times, then struggled to his feet, hastily wiping the blood from his face. He stared straight at Qin Qianchi, who was curled up on the ground in pain: "It's not that there's no array eye, but that the array eye is you. I've destroyed your cultivation technique. I hope you'll behave yourself from now on."

"Bing Nandong, go to hell, go to hell!" Qin Qianchi gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and struggled a few times, but couldn't get up at all.

"Bing Nan Dong wins." It was still that dry, emotionless voice. But at this moment, the crowd below the stage seemed to suddenly come back to life, and they burst into enthusiastic applause, so loud that Fan Zhiyi's eardrums hurt. He watched as the group began to cheer and shout for Bing Nan Dong's victory, while the disciples of Wan Ren Tang had faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Fan Zhiyi stopped and stared blankly at the stage. He saw that Bing Nandong's slightly messy hair was mixed with blood and stuck to his face. His gaze finally fell on him, and then he smiled at him for no reason, revealing a tiger tooth.

Bing Nandong had never lost his composure like this before, nor had he ever smiled at him so happily.

After Bing Nandong left the arena, he disappeared. Fan Zhiyi and Zhuang Yujing also did not reappear until the arena ended. The guards at the entrance of the arena let people in, and then the two of them retreated with the main group and returned to their courtyard to wait for the enemy to come to them.

Midway through, Zhuang Yujing originally wanted to leave Tianyun Sect to meet up with He An at the foot of the mountain, but considering that it was inconvenient for him to leave under his current circumstances, he temporarily abandoned the idea and obediently followed Fan Zhiyi.

When asked about his reasons for leaving, Zhuang Yujing said that even if he stayed here, he wouldn't find any clues, and Bing Nandong wouldn't tell him any information. So, rather than staying here, he might as well leave temporarily to gather more information.

But the problem is, there's supposed to be another competition tomorrow. What if something unexpected happens? That's where Fan Zhiyi comes in. Zhuang Yujing wants Fan Zhiyi to be his inside man, to coordinate an attack from within and without. The Tianyun Sect is now in Fan Zhiyi's hands.

Fan Zhiyi sighed silently at this.

After that, they waited in the courtyard until dark, but Bing Nandong still hadn't returned. Fan Zhiyi was a little hungry, so he cooked a bowl of noodles for himself and the young master, and also got some food for Xiao Hei.

At first, the young master looked disgusted with the bowl of noodles, but seeing how much Fan Zhiyi was enjoying it, and considering that he hadn't eaten all day, he couldn't resist picking up his chopsticks. As he ate, he said, "What did you make? I'll treat you to the best restaurant in Jiuwanli another day. Order as much as you want."

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi took a sip of the hot noodle soup and felt like he had come back to life.

Today was incredibly tiring. More than the physical exhaustion I usually experience, I felt mentally drained.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from outside. Xiao Hei, who was still busy eating, twitched its ears, then surprisingly dropped its food and darted out through the darkness. Fan Zhiyi knew from this that Bing Nandong had returned, so he put down his bowl and ran out without even noticing.

Bing Nandong's hair was neatly tied up high again, with a few stray strands falling loosely. In the dim light, there were several fresh scars on his face, while the rest of his injuries were hidden under his newly changed disciple robes.

Xiao Hei rubbed against his feet, its tail hooking around Bing Nandong's calf. Seeing this, Bing Nandong squatted down and rubbed its head. Xiao Hei obediently let him pet it, a completely different state from how it was when Fan Zhiyi wanted to touch it, as if it were going to kill it.

Fan Zhiyi ran straight to Bing Nandong and asked, "How is your injury?"

Bing Nandong stood up and looked at him: "I'm fine, but what about Zhuang Yujing?"

"They're eating inside. Have you eaten? Are you hungry?" Even though Fan Zhiyi had many questions he wanted to ask, just as Zhuang Yujing said, if Bing Nandong didn't want to say anything, there was no way he could force him to say anything.

All those words can ultimately be summed up in one sentence.

Bing Nandong stared at him for a long time. Fan Zhiyi blinked, wondering if this guy had damaged his brain during the fight today, so he waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Bing Nandong slapped his hand away: "I'm hungry, but I'll send Zhuang Yujing away first."

After saying that, he ignored Fan Zhiyi and headed towards the kitchen.

Fan Zhiyi was taken aback. He had thought Bing Nandong would refuse, and besides, how could she still be hungry so late? Logically speaking, now that he had won the competition, shouldn't Lu Changfu and Wu Bai have a simple celebration with him first?

Perhaps you didn't eat enough for dinner?

Fan Zhiyi shrugged and decided not to think about it anymore. Since they were hungry, they could eat noodles together. Luckily, he had left some in the pot. Even if Bing Nandong didn't eat them, given the temperature at night in this season, they could save them for breakfast the next day. However, they would be a bit mushy.

In the end, Zhuang Yujing was sent down the mountain by Bing Nandong without any resistance. His only complaint was that Bing Nandong didn't even let him finish his noodles before rushing him away.

Before leaving, Zhuang Yujing reminded Fan Zhiyi to tell him if there was any news. Fan Zhiyi agreed repeatedly before leaving with peace of mind.