I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

So the group just knelt there. Luckily, it was a cloudy day, so it was stuffy but not sunny.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't kneel for long before he couldn't take it anymore. Whether it was because the elder trusted them too much or had great confidence in the Tianyun Sect's education, he didn't send any disciples to keep watch.

Murong Xiao, who was kneeling behind him, could not bear it any longer. His follower comforted him and helped him apply medicine. The two groups did not speak to each other again, maintaining a superficial state of peace.

Fan Zhiyi also took out a medicine bottle from his Qiankun bag, waved it in front of Bing Nandong, and whispered, "You apply it first."

“I have one,” Bing Nandong pushed it back to Fan Zhiyi.

Since that's the case, Fan Zhiyi applied the medicine to himself first, then glanced to the side and saw that Bing Nandong was still kneeling obediently, so he said, "Spread out your hands, and I'll help you apply it."

"No need."

Unable to resist, Fan Zhiyi didn't insist and blew on his hand to relieve the stinging sensation from the ointment.

Just kneeling like that is a bit boring, but with Murong Xiao and the others still there, Fan Zhiyi can't talk to Bing Nandong as freely as usual, as it might be noticed that something is wrong. So he simply sits there alone, lost in thought.

The time was unbearable. Fan Zhiyi shifted left and right, so bored that he was getting sleepy. His body swayed from side to side like a roly-poly toy. Every time his head drooped down a little like a chicken pecking at rice, he would immediately lift his head and close his eyes again, repeating the cycle.

When Murong Xiao and the others got up, Fan Zhiyi woke up again, realizing that Murong Xiao and the others had knelt for the allotted time and could leave now.

Fan Zhiyi turned his head to look at them: "Hey young master, if I hit you with a punch, does that mean I won? What about the spirit stones? How long will it take to pay me?"

The three men glared at them fiercely, but didn't dare to act recklessly any further, and left without saying a word.

Fan Zhiyi didn't actually expect to get it; he just wanted to annoy Murong Xiao.

However, now that Murong Xiao and the others have left, it's time for Bing Nandong to kneel as punishment.

Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong and saw that he was still kneeling on the ground, so he moved over and could finally speak to him openly: "It's time, why aren't you leaving?"

Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi and then said, "You don't need to take what Murong Xiao said before to heart."

"What?"

"..."

Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong might want to scold him, but he managed to hold back.

However, Fan Zhiyi didn't care. Just thinking about the feeling of running freely made him want to burst out laughing: "I was so proud of myself that I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. Do you know what 'brave' means? It means you're really good."

"Foolish." Bing Nandong replied to him, but still did not get up and leave.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "Are you keeping me company like this? You don't have to kneel down to keep me company. You could get me a soft cushion or something to put under my knees and then sit next to me and talk to me or something."

"..."

"Seriously, bro? You're upset again? You're always so easily upset. I might as well just give you the nickname 'Unhappy'," Fan Zhiyi said half-jokingly.

To his surprise, Bing Nandong suddenly stared at him intently, her nerves on edge: "What did you call me?"

"……elder brother?"

Fan Zhiyi noticed that Bing Nandong's ears turned red at a visible speed, and his whole face turned bright red. After holding back for a long time, he finally managed to utter, "You have no manners."

Is there anything wrong with calling someone "brother"? It's just a normal way of addressing someone.

Fan Zhiyi didn't understand what Bing Nandong was thinking, but suddenly a wicked thought arose in his mind, and he leaned closer: "Brother, brother? Big brother? Elder brother?"

Bing Nandong suddenly stood up, startling Fan Zhiyi.

His face was as red as if it were burning, and he looked down at Fan Zhiyi, seemingly a little angry.

Fan Zhiyi didn't expect Bing Nandong to react so strongly. Realizing he had gone too far, he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't know there was anything wrong with that title. I shouldn't have joked about it."

Bing Nandong didn't listen to Fan Zhiyi's explanation and turned to leave.

Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to get up and chase after him directly, so he could only look at him helplessly and call out, "Hey, hey, don't be angry, I really didn't mean to!"

Okay, let's play. Who can outplay me? Now look what happened, I've driven away the only person I could talk to.

Fan Zhiyi slapped his forehead in regret, realizing that he had indeed been a bit too complacent today.

Sigh, I'm a little hungry. One hour equals two hours, so he still has to kneel for two hours. Sigh, Fan Zhiyi sighed silently in his heart.

So he started spacing out and talking to himself. If anyone had been there, they would have thought he had gone insane.

Fan Zhiyi didn't know how much time had passed—it felt like an eternity—before Bing Nandong returned.

Fan Zhiyi almost burst into tears of joy the moment he saw this person. Before he could say anything, Bing Nandong spoke first: "Raise your knees a little." Then he placed the soft cushion he was holding under Fan Zhiyi's knees.

I am flattered, I am truly flattered.

Fan Zhiyi was in a state of extreme disbelief: "If the Second Elder saw this, he would probably be scolded to death."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Bing Nandong said nonchalantly, then casually placed another cushion aside and sat down, gathering his robes.

In fact, Bing Nandong brought not only two cushions, but also an oil paper package in his other hand.

Fan Zhiyi stared intently, then glanced at Bing Nandong, only to see Bing Nandong turn his head away, refusing to look at him, his hand gripping the oil paper package tightly, leaving five finger marks.

Then, Bing Nandong couldn't stand Fan Zhiyi staring at him like that anymore, so he shoved the oil paper package into Fan Zhiyi's arms and said, "Here, for you."

He had been trying to figure out how to phrase the gift to Fan Zhiyi without seeming too deliberate, but now it seemed best to be more direct.

Fan Zhiyi's eyes lit up. He opened the layers of oil paper that were wrapped very carefully and meticulously, and inside was a shiny chicken leg, the grease on the skin making it look very appetizing.

But Fan Zhiyi didn't eat first, and asked, "Did you go to the cafeteria?"

"Otherwise, where would this thing have come from?"

"The cafeteria food is so good!" Fan Zhiyi exclaimed, then took a bite, instantly wanting to take back what he had just said.

This taste reminded him of the cafeteria he ate in school—ah, it was that same classic, nostalgic flavor.

Fan Zhiyi chewed his food and commented, "It's a bit salty." The cafeteria's food is either too bland or too salty; there's never a perfect balance.

Bing Nandong turned his head to stare at him, his expression still not improving: "Let's have something to eat first, and when the time comes, we'll go down the mountain to Zuixianglou."