If it were before, Ye Wuyue would never have been able to call out "Brother Wubing" with such a girlish tone.

But for some reason, when Fan Wubing’s true face appeared before her eyes, the whole world seemed to become reassuring. It was as if she could put down all caution and worry, and think about nothing.

Ye Wuyue didn’t feel that she had become more girlish; she could only attribute this change of source to Fan Wubing.

Now, he had a kind of wisdom that penetrated everything. This wisdom gave people a sense of security that even surpassed his power.

Fan Wubing smiled and asked, "Why didn’t you keep your hair long?"

Ye Wuyue slightly adjusted her short shoulder-length hair. Facing Fan Wubing, she had no burden, and muttered,

"I thought it would be more popular with girls, though that hasn’t been the case... However, after getting used to it, I feel it’s quite nice, very refreshing, and no need to spend time managing it."

"It also looks pretty good."

"Really?" Ye Wuyue’s eyes lit up.

Fan Wubing smiled gently, "Have you found your True Destiny Celestial Maiden?"

Ye Wuyue suddenly froze, her cheeks slightly red, pursing her lips, her small hands finding no place to settle, and after a while, she tilted her head and said,

"I can’t really say."

Seeing her so shy, Fan Wubing’s heart sank. He hardly needed to think to know who caused her to become like this.

Ye Wuyue shook off her stray thoughts, "Let’s get down to business! Is Brother Wubing actually Jianshen San!"

Fan Wubing shook his head, "Of course not. I’m just borrowing his identity. The life experiences revealed by the Soul-Searching Needle earlier were also fabricated."

Ye Wuyue slightly opened her mouth, "Incredible. But where is the real Jianshen San?"

Fan Wubing’s expression slightly darkened, his fingers lightly tapping the air, a ripple spreading out, and then, a drop of ink slowly emerged as if it were about to fall.

The real Jianshen San revealed himself. He was trapped by a thick and tough restriction, which bound his entire body. His ink-black body kept writhing.

"Jianshen San!" Ye Wuyue exclaimed, then looked at Fan Wubing, "What is going on?"

Fan Wubing suddenly reached out, inserting his hand into Jianshen San’s body, without a scene of blood and flesh splattering, like reaching into a vat of ink. He pulled with effort, and a paperweight square platform made of ink jade fell into his hand, with ink paintings slowly flowing within, as if containing a vibrant world.

Ye Wuyue recognized it at once, this was the Unruffled Platform. It was precisely relying on this treasure that she could achieve such swift results in stabilizing her position as the General Director.

Fan Wubing looked indifferently at Jianshen San.

Ye Wuyue asked, "Jianshen San, who sent you?"

Jianshen San’s body was illusory and unstable, and his voice was also unsteady, "This question holds no meaning."

Ye Wuyue frowned, "Jianshen San, answer truthfully."

Jianshen San looked at Ye Wuyue, "General Director, you never asked me this question before, precisely because you knew I wouldn’t answer, right?"

"So, indeed, you were sent by some great figure. But what is the purpose? Is it just to stabilize my position as General Director?"

Jianshen San remained silent.

Ye Wuyue gritted her teeth, "Did the Heaven-Questioning Sect send you?"

"General Director, there’s no need for further speculation. Your position is now unshakable. Although I am not meant to be permanent, this mission has indeed been completed. Moreover, the person who can truly help you has already arrived, so I have no purpose in existing."

After he finished speaking, his body started to kindle bit by bit, like a burning ink painting.

Ye Wuyue’s pupils contracted, wanting to stop it, "Wait!"

Fan Wubing stopped her, "Don’t waste your effort." In his eyes was the reflection of the tumultuous ink, "He is just a puppet, not a real person."

"A... puppet?" Ye Wuyue was stunned.

When Fan Wubing used the Divination Skill to explore Jianshen San’s fate, he found that everything about him was created out of thin air, without a trace of the real. And Fan Wubing also tried to trace the person behind him, but his connection with his creator had been completely severed. In other words, he himself didn’t even know who created him.

The only thing driving his existence was the mission to "make Ye Wuyue’s position unshakable," such was his destiny.

Fan Wubing sighed deeply, a feeling hard to describe accumulating in his chest, rather awkward and heavy.

"Are you alright?" he looked at Ye Wuyue.

Ye Wuyue gathered her thoughts and smiled slightly, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Wubing, I’m fine."

"Hmm... you understand better than before."

"After all, one has to grow up."

"Take a good rest, don’t overwork yourself."

Ye Wuyue asked, "Are you leaving?"

Fan Wubing looked at the hope in her eyes and smiled, "Oh, are you reluctant to part?"

Ye Wuyue laughed, "I just want to act spoiled to Brother Wubing. Without big brother around, I have no one to act spoiled to."

If not for knowing her orientation, Fan Wubing would have misunderstood. He thought about it, soon understanding Ye Wuyue’s intention. She had been living under repression for years, mostly in a state of mental tension, but she was essentially a person afraid of loneliness. And her most sincere trait was never hiding anything from those close to her, directly saying when she needed company.

Fan Wubing resting his chin said, "How about I continue pretending to be Jianshen San?"

"What do you mean?"

"As Jianshen San, staying by your side, how about that?"

Ye Wuyue excitedly cheered, "Great! Now I can comfortably be a puppet General Director."