Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong and saw that his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line. He had no intention of paying any attention to Zhuang Yujing at all. Zhuang Yujing couldn't help but feel anxious: "What's wrong with you? Why..."
"It's normal for people to change after ten years, isn't it?" Bing Nandong finally glanced at Zhuang Yujing. "My answer is the same as it was ten years ago. These things are not something Young Master Zhuang should investigate. Young Master Zhuang should stay in Jiuwanli and cultivate. It would be best if you return immediately."
"Am I such a disloyal person? How could I leave you and Fan Zhiyi alone? I don't care. I didn't have the chance before, but now that I see you, I must bring you back to Jiuwanli." Zhuang Yujing lowered his voice and became serious for once. "I don't know if your disappearance is related to this matter, but there is something wrong with Tianyunmen. You absolutely cannot stay here any longer."
Bing Nandong paused: "What do you know?"
Hearing this, Zhuang Yujing's brows lit up with pride: "This young master is wise and powerful. If you don't tell me, I will investigate it myself."
This unabashed pride remained undimmed in Zhuang Yujing ten years later. Time hadn't dulled his passion or temper, but instead intensified his confidence, a quality born of self-assurance. This same arrogance had once been present in Bing Nandong, who was no less proud than Zhuang Yujing.
Bing Nandong's voice turned cold, almost threatening: "Zhuang Yujing, I'm warning you, if you don't want anything to happen to Jiuwanli, don't investigate."
"What do you mean?" When he heard that it was related to Jiuwanli, and in such a tone, Zhuang Yujing couldn't control his temper. Why did his own affairs involve his sect? And if he found out, he would know what happened to Bing Nandong, and he would be able to find out the reason for Fan Zhiyi's disappearance.
His intuition told him that all this was inseparable from the Tianyun Sect, and involved a big secret, perhaps also related to the Ghost Gate. Ten years had passed, and he had found many clues.
Bing Nandong knew Zhuang Yujing hadn't gotten to the core of the matter when he heard this. "What I'm saying is, your abilities and your cultivation aren't enough to cover you up, and you can't save anyone. Zhuang Yujing, don't be so naive. For the sake of your father and the entire Jiuwanli, don't get involved with anyone from Tianyun Sect, especially me."
"Bing Nandong, you...if you hadn't said nothing, I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to investigate! Do you know how I've been spending the past ten years trying to find you? You're simply...simply...heartless! I shouldn't have looked for you. What does what happens to you have to do with me?" Zhuang Yujing was so angry that he spoke without mercy.
The noise they were making was getting louder and louder. Fan Zhiyi didn't know why they were arguing again. He just saw Zhuang Yujing striding forward: "He An, let's go! If you continue to pay attention to him, I will be a dog!"
Fan Zhiyi and Cen Jun looked at each other, and Fan Zhiyi said, "You go and appease Jiuwanli. I'll go talk to your senior brother."
Fan Zhiyi walked over, and Bing Nandong's expression didn't seem very good. He kept a cold face. Fan Zhiyi couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about, after all, they were so far away, but there was indeed a lot of noise at the back.
"Why aren't you talking?" Bing Nandong asked him first.
Fan Zhiyi said honestly, "I don't know what to say. I think it would be better if I were quiet at this time."
Bing Nandong really didn't say anything else.
I thought he and Zhuang Yujing would just be at loggerheads all the way, but unexpectedly, at 12:00 PM, Zhuang Yujing slowed down his pace and walked beside them. "First of all, let me tell you, I came back because I felt sorry for you. I will definitely bring you back to Jiuwanli, and I will definitely find Fan Zhiyi as well."
"No need." Bing Nandong rejected him coldly.
"..." Zhuang Yujing endured it again and again, thinking about not getting into trouble with a disabled person. "Don't worry about your eyes. The last thing Jiuwanli lacks is spirit stones. I will do everything I can to find you a famous doctor in the entire cultivation world and I will definitely cure your eyes."
Fan Zhiyi, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but say, "He's already seen a doctor, and he's been told he'll be able to see again soon."
Zhuang Yujing shouted angrily at the top of his voice, "What kind of doctor did you find? Is he reliable? I don't trust you Tianyun Sect!"
Seeing this powder keg tone, Fan Zhiyi asked him: "Master, have I ever offended you before?"
"He treats everyone the same." Bing Nandong said.
No, no, no. Fan Zhiyi clearly felt that Zhuang Yujing's attitude towards Bing Nandong and Cen Jun was better, and his attitude towards himself was worse. Even He An, who seemed a little more stable and would even salute him, hardly spoke to him at all. Although there was some conflict between Jiuwanli and Tianyunmen, the reactions of these two people were too different.
Zhuang Yujing didn't even look at Fan Zhiyi: "No, no, no, I am still a little different."
As if afraid that Zhuang Yujing might say something that would offend Fan Zhiyi, He An said, "Young Master."
Zhuang Yujing frowned and said impatiently, "I know, but the Immortal Venerable shouldn't be someone who can't tell right from wrong. Jiu Wanli had invited the Immortal Venerable to come out of seclusion before, but he didn't expect the Immortal Venerable to choose Tianyun Sect in the end. I think the Immortal Venerable should understand what I said."
I understand, but this is arranged by the system. Fan Zhiyi could only smile and silently curse the damn system in his heart.
For the next few days, they chose to fly forward because the young master didn't want to walk anymore, feeling tired, hot, or slow. But thanks to Zhuang Yujing, they had a great time eating, drinking, and having fun. Except for Bing Nandong, who felt unwell, everything else was fine.
Because Fan Zhiyi didn't have a sword, he went with Bing Nandong.
We arrived at the mission location at dusk. The dark yellow sky pressed down on this small village, making it look a bit weird.
After landing, they walked into the somewhat desolate village. It felt a little too quiet, as if there were no signs of life. At this time, the villagers should have finished their work for the day and started to go home for dinner, but no, there was not a single person on the road.
They walked a few steps inside when a strong wind blew, blowing up fallen leaves and dust on the ground. Fan Zhiyi had to use his sleeves to block the dust from his eyes. His robe rustled in the wind, and an uneasy atmosphere spread in the air.
But not long after they walked, they saw an old man sitting in the yard. Seeing them, he looked over curiously. Cen Jun smiled and approached him and asked in a friendly tone, "Hello, where is the village chief's home?"
The old man's skinny fingers, like wrinkled bark, pointed forward. Cen Jun asked, "Just keep going forward?"
The old man nodded.
This village is actually quite big. At the front, it is divided into two forks, left and right. There is a small ditch next to the fork. Opposite is the embankment and another part of the village, as well as a few thatched houses.
The village chief's house that the old man was referring to was across the ditch?
"Are you going to see the village chief?" a young voice suddenly asked.
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