I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"What was it that Murong Xiao interrupted you to say to me today?" Bing Nandong asked this question unexpectedly.

Fan Zhiyi's mind went blank: "It's nothing."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Bing Nandong didn't press him, but just stared at him for a long time.

Fan Zhiyi felt so uncomfortable under his gaze that he started to wonder if the man had gone mad from being provoked, otherwise why would he be behaving so strangely? Then Bing Nandong asked him in that familiar tone, "Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

What's different is that this voice is exceptionally gentle, like a spring breeze.

Fan Zhiyi felt that this spring breeze was the calm before the storm, and would soon turn into a tornado, so she replied softly, "I'm very hungry." People need food to survive; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal.

Bing Nandong chuckled again, giving Fan Zhiyi goosebumps: "Um, may I offer you a small suggestion?"

"explain."

"Could you please not suddenly sneer? It's kind of scary, especially after I made you angry." Fan Zhiyi said while glancing at Bing Nandong, observing his expression.

"...I didn't sneer."

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

Bing Nandong: "..."

Finally, after kneeling for the required time, Fan Zhiyi had difficulty even standing up. Fortunately, Bing Nandong had bandaged his hand; otherwise, he might have gotten an infection while supporting himself on the ground.

Bing Nandong supported Fan Zhiyi with one hand and helped him up: "How is your knee?"

"My legs are numb, of course my knees hurt." Fan Zhiyi limped, as if he couldn't walk anymore. "Wait for me to catch my breath."

"No rush," Bing Nandong said, his hand still firmly supporting Fan Zhiyi.

Fortunately, Fan Zhiyi's symptoms improved significantly after moving around for a while, and he felt much better.

The shortcut Bing Nandong mentioned was indeed very short, but it was extremely remote, rarely used, overgrown with weeds, and there wasn't a single obvious path. Fan Zhiyi could only follow Bing Nandong, turning left and right repeatedly, and he didn't know how Bing Nandong remembered this path.

Fan Zhiyi was a talkative person, so he asked directly.

As it turned out, Bing Nandong said that he, Wu Bai, Qin Shuan, Lu Changfu, and Xu Qing had discovered this place when they were children, when they sneaked down the mountain to play. There were no guards, and it had always been a secret among them.

"Bing Nan Dong has this kind of time too?" Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel curious, but it was also clear that Bing Nan Dong Yu had a really good relationship with these junior brothers and sisters, no wonder they grew up together.

However, Fan Zhiyi thought of Qin Shuan's ferocious face, and of Lu Changfu and Wu Bai's strangely calm figures below the competition stage. He wondered if Bing Nandong had noticed anything amiss, or perhaps he was just overthinking things.

This time when they went to Zuixianglou, they still stayed in a private room on the second floor, and Bing Nandong ordered a lot of dishes.

As Fan Zhiyi listened to the names of the dishes, she interrupted him midway: "The doctor said you should eat something light."

Bing Nandong didn't look at him and said directly, "You can eat it."

Yes, that makes a lot of sense, so even if Fan Zhiyi tried his best to hold on, he really couldn't eat another bite of food.

He slumped back in his chair, rubbing his round belly: "Satisfied, so satisfied, but I can't eat anymore! I can't take any more, can I get some to go?"

"I sat for a while, then went back."

Fan Zhiyi looked over and met Bing Nandong's eyes. He felt embarrassed and looked away: "By the way, the competition is over. So what are you planning to do next? Just go to school every day? Haven't you considered taking a few days off? After all, your injury needs to be properly healed."

"These injuries are nothing serious."

Judging from his arrogant tone, it seems Bing Nandong will be busy again tomorrow. This was within Fan Zhiyi's expectations, so he wasn't too surprised.

After leaving Zuixianglou, Fan Zhiyi regretted that he couldn't take the leftovers with him.

His mouth was still full of fragrance. No wonder people say that Zuixianglou is the best restaurant in Tianyunmen. The food is really good. Seeing that he was so reluctant to leave, Bing Nandong said, "You can come and eat here whenever you want in the future. There is no need to act like this."

"Hey, you don't understand." Although Fan Zhiyi wouldn't skimp on his stomach, he wasn't so extravagant as to go to luxury restaurants every day, after all, he still needed to save up spirit stones.

The night breeze was rather cool, and since Fan Zhiyi's knees were no longer sore, he suggested taking a walk to aid digestion.

After passing the street where Zuixianglou was located, the number of people decreased significantly. Just then, Fan Zhiyi's Qiankun bag began to shake inappropriately.

This ominous sign, this bad premonition...

Fan Zhiyi tried to cover the Qiankun bag, but couldn't. He gave Bing Nandong an apologetic smile, and as soon as he opened the Qiankun bag, a token flew out impatiently. Fan Zhiyi held it in his hand and glanced at Bing Nandong.

Bing Nandong said softly, "Take it." Then he stared at Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi felt himself sweating profusely, thinking to himself that Zhuang Yujing really knew how to pick his timing, and then said to the token, "Um, I'm not here right now..."

"Fan Zhiyi, have you heard anything these past two days? I heard the competition is over but no sects have come out. What happened?" Zhuang Yujing rattled off a string of questions, "You don't know, I was caught by my dad after only a few days outside, and now I'm trying to find another way to sneak out."

"I have no news from you. You should stay in Jiuwanli for now."

"How could this be? It's clearly..."

"Ah, what did you say?"

"What? Fan Zhiyi, what are you up to? Never mind, anyway, you should first..."

Fearing Zhuang Yujing might say something shocking, Fan Zhiyi immediately raised his voice to interrupt, "Ah, what did you say? My signal isn't very good, I can't hear you. Let's hang up now."

"How could I not hear it?" Zhuang Yujing began to doubt herself. "He An, can this thing even break?"

"I don't know." That was He An's voice.

Fan Zhiyi said, "I really can't hear you. Maybe it's because of my powerful backer, hahaha, we'll talk about it later." Fan Zhiyi turned the token over and over, "How do you lock this up again?"

Last time, it was Zhuang Yujing's side that closed it first, and Fan Zhiyi has always been in a relatively passive state, while Zhuang Yujing and He An are still discussing what Fan Zhiyi meant by "signal".

"Fan Zhiyi, are you implying that this token can't transmit my voice? That's impossible, I've confirmed it with He An..."

Suddenly, He An realized, "It does seem like it's not going to work."

Upon hearing this, all four people fell silent.

As Bing Nandong channeled his spiritual energy, the world fell silent, and the token returned to its calm state.

Then Fan Zhiyi heard Bing Nandong chuckle: "You guys are still using this to communicate? What kind of information are you planning to exchange?"