"This is what we should do. I just didn't expect so many people to be sacrificed this time. The Fusha Sect is really hateful." There was a trace of pity in Bing Nandong's eyes.
When one of them heard this, his anger, which had just subsided, was stirred: "I will take the head of that dog leader to pay for my son's life!"
Another person patted his shoulder to show his comfort, then looked at Bing Nandong and asked: "Master, did you meet the leader of Fusha Sect during your visit to Fusha Sect this time?"
"Well, his strength should not be underestimated. Fortunately, Zhifan was not injured."
After Bing Nandong said this, everyone's eyes turned to Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi lowered his eyes and listened to their conversation attentively. He didn't expect the topic to be brought up about himself. He smiled awkwardly for a moment. Bing Nandong smiled at him more gently and stood in front of him to block their sight: "He is quite shy."
Everyone looked at him strangely, but there was definitely no blessing in sight.
The senior executive suddenly asked, "I remember Yi Zhifan is from the Fan family, right?"
"Yes, I will tell Zhifan about that matter later. Although Zhifan is fostered in the Fan family, he has little relationship with the Fan family. If you want to investigate, he can also be considered a victim."
The senior master understood: "What the master wishes for is likely to be fraught with difficulties. Just passing the test of your sect's elders alone would be difficult."
Bing Nandong maintained his smile, a dark glint flashing in his eyes: "It's not difficult."
"Thank you, Master, for letting us recuperate and pass on the message to your sect. Since the Fusha Sect is like this, our sects should unite even more!"
"It should be so." Bing Nandong replied very officially.
"Sorry for bothering you. Goodbye." The senior executive bowed.
The other two said the same thing: "Thank you, Master. See you again if we are lucky."
Bing Nandong nodded to them and walked away. Fan Zhiyi could still hear the two people praising Bing Nandong, lamenting that they could talk to such a legendary figure like the leader of Tianyun Sect in their lifetime, and then they began to regret that their sect could not form a marriage alliance with him.
Fan Zhiyi felt pathetic. These people, like him, were being manipulated, though he was still more miserable. He glanced at Bing Nandong and once again lamented the terrifying male protagonist's good attitude.
Bing Nandong lowered his head, and Fan Zhiyi's eyes just met his. He shuddered and felt that the male protagonist seemed unhappy, so he immediately lowered his head like a quail, reducing his presence, and unconsciously stared at Bing Nandong's hand.
If only I could read minds now...
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