The starting point is auspicious; the fiancée will not call off the engagement.

It was already dark when Fang Zhou took Moonshadow Cat out.

Fang Zhou walked around the street twice before finally choosing a noodle shop he had never eaten at before.

The noodle shop was small, with a cloth curtain hanging at the entrance. There were only four tables inside, three of which were empty.

Two people were sitting at the table against the wall. One was a young man dressed in a gray outfit with a long sword on his back; he was probably a sword cultivator.

A little girl, who looked about six or seven years old, was sitting opposite the man.

The little girl was wearing an ill-fitting cotton dress, sitting very properly with her hands on her knees and her face towards the table.

Fang Zhou noticed her eyes; they were open, with grayish-white pupils and no focus.

Fang Zhou withdrew his gaze, sat down at the table closest to the door, and ordered a bowl of plain noodles.

"Brother Su, the noodles smell so good."

The young swordsman took two pairs of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and gave her one pair: "Wait a minute, it's hot."

Fang Zhou glanced at him again. He was at the Profound Core Realm, his sword energy was restrained, and his cultivation was quite good for his age.

The noodles arrived, and Fang Zhou lowered his head to eat, not paying any more attention. But the shop was so small that even if he didn't want to listen, he could still hear it.

"Brother Su, are you taking Xiaolu to see an eye doctor tomorrow?"

"Um."

"After looking into his eyes, will Little Deer be able to see what Brother Su looks like?"

"able."

"Is Brother Su good-looking?"

The swordsman paused for a moment. "Not bad."

The little girl giggled, and then asked, "What if it can't be cured?"

Fang Zhou paused for a moment, his chopsticks still. In his previous life, he couldn't stand children like this.

"It won't be incurable. If anything unexpected happens, I'll take you to the Sacred Medicine Peak," the sword cultivator said. The Ten Thousand Saints Sect has always supported its disciples in doing good deeds.

Fang Zhou slurped the noodles into his mouth, his movements were gentler than before, and the sound of his chopsticks hitting the bowl was also quieter.

Fang Zhou put down his chopsticks, got up and walked to the table, looking down at the little girl.

The little girl seemed to sense something, turning her face towards him. Her gray eyes were empty, but her lips moved slightly.

"Is anyone there?"

"Yes." Fang Zhou squatted down to look her in the eye.

"I can heal your eyes." As a Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator, curing an eye ailment in a mortal is something he can do with ease.

The swordsman raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Fang Zhou with scrutiny, but his hand did not touch the sword.

Fang Zhou met his gaze without looking away or releasing any imposing aura; the two stared at each other for a second.

The sword cultivator spoke first: "Fellow Daoist, do you understand medicine?"

"I don't understand." Fang Zhou raised his hand, and a surge of vibrant spiritual energy flowed through it. "There are other ways."

"I haven't asked yet." Fang Zhou stood up and looked at the sword cultivator. "Where did this child come from?"

The sword cultivator sensed the vitality of the spiritual energy flowing in Fang Zhou's hand, paused for a moment, and looked down at the little girl.

"I met her outside the city. Her parents brought her here seeking medical help, but they encountered a monster." He lowered his voice. "When I arrived, she was the only one left."

The sound of noodles being cooked in the shop suddenly became very loud.

The swordsman rested his hand on the table, speaking without looking at Fang Zhou. "This child was born blind. Her village can't cure her, so her parents wanted to send her to Cheng'an City for treatment. They've been traveling for over half a month; they'll arrive in a few days."

Fang Zhou lowered his head. The little girl didn't quite understand these words, but she still understood the words "father" and "mother".

She pursed her lips, her hands tightly gripping the swordsman's sleeve. She didn't cry or speak, but simply turned her face towards the swordsman. There was nothing in her gray eyes, but her lips were pressed into a thin line.

The swordsman looked down at her, said nothing to comfort her, and simply held her hand gently.

Fang Zhou was still half-squatting on the ground, the ball of life-giving spiritual energy in his hand was still circulating, and the pale blue light reflected on the little girl's face. She seemed to sense something and tilted her head slightly.

"Little Deer," the swordsman called her name softly.

The deer hummed in agreement.

"This fellow Daoist says he can cure your eyes."

The little deer turned its face towards Fang Zhou, its gray-white eyes wide open. "Really?"

"Really," Fang Zhou said.

"But my parents said it will cost a lot of money to treat my eyes," Little Deer said softly.

The noodle shop suddenly fell silent.

The noodle cook stopped what he was doing, and steam rose from the large pot, blurring the wall behind the stove.

The swordsman slowly clenched his fist on the table, his knuckles rough and his bones distinct, with a wound on the back of his hand that had not yet fully healed.

Fang Zhou looked at the deer's face and spoke in a very ordinary tone.

"Your parents gave you money before they passed away so you could get proper treatment for your eyes."

"When will they be back?"

"They'll come back when your eyes are better and you're all grown up."

Xiao Lu lowered her head, her hand still clutching the swordsman's sleeve tightly. Then she loosened one hand, wiped her face haphazardly, and then rubbed it on her clothes.

"Then I'll grow up quickly."

The sword cultivator looked at Fang Zhou, his lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Fang Zhou raised his hand, and the pale blue spiritual energy at his fingertips floated up gently, like a falling leaf, and slowly landed on the deer's eyes.

The spiritual energy seeped into the little deer's eye sockets, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then something melted deep within her gray-white pupils.

The grayish-white color fades from the center, gradually being replaced by a clear black.

The little deer blinked.

For the first time, light shone in her pupils: the dim candlelight in the noodle shop, the steam rising from the stove, and the bowl of noodles on the table that hadn't been finished.

Her gaze went from blurry to clear, from light to shadow, and finally landed on the person squatting on the ground in front of her. Fang Zhou was withdrawing his hand, his expression indifferent.

"Can you see me?" Fang Zhou asked with a smile.

The deer stared at him for two seconds, still not used to her sight after it had just returned.

"You're so dark-skinned."

Fang Zhou's expression froze for a moment.

The swordsman couldn't help but chuckle, then coughed and turned his face to the side.

The little deer then turned to the swordsman and stared at him for a long while.

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils dark and bright, as if she were piecing together the person in front of her with the "Brother Su" she had heard about countless times before.

"Brother Su," she called out.

"Um."

"You're very handsome." Xiao Lu looked at him earnestly, then looked at Fang Zhou carefully, and added to Fang Zhou, "You're handsome too, and you're not tanned anymore."

Moonshadow Cat jumped onto Fang Zhou's shoulder and meowed softly in his ear.

The swordsman pushed the bowl in front of the deer toward her and put the chopsticks back into her hand.

The little deer looked down at the chopsticks, then looked up at the sword cultivator, before lowering its head to start eating noodles. Once it took a bite, it couldn't stop, its cheeks bulging.

The sword cultivator turned his head, his gaze passing over the aisle between the two tables and landing on Fang Zhou.

"How should I address you, fellow Daoist?"

"Fang Zhou."

"Su Yan." The sword cultivator announced his name, then glanced at the cat on Fang Zhou's shoulder, "A disciple of the Myriad Saints Sect?"

"Not yet," Fang Zhou said. "My fiancée is from Saint Cold Peak."

Su Yan glanced at him again, his eyes filled with the astonishment of meeting a legendary figure.

"Thank you for your help, Brother Fang." Su Yan suppressed his thoughts. "By the way, the sect has a well-established resettlement system in Cheng'an City. In cases like Xiao Lu's, she will be sent to the orphanage in the east of the city. If you have time, Brother Fang, you can visit Xiao Lu more often."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. The sect's intention is that disciples should only focus on doing good deeds, and the sect will take care of everything afterward. If any special treatment is needed, the sect will treat them first and then send them to the city for resettlement."

"That's good."

The Myriad Saints Sect is indeed no ordinary sect.

Su Yan turned to look at Xiao Lu, who was drinking soup with her head down, holding the bowl in both hands, the steam making her face flushed.

After finishing the last sip of soup, Little Deer let out a satisfied burp. She looked up at Su Yan, then at Fang Zhou, her gaze lingering on the Moon Shadow Cat perched on Fang Zhou's shoulder.

"Kitty!" She put down her bowl, slid off the chair, and ran to stand in front of Fang Zhou. She didn't reach out to grab him, but just stood in front of Fang Zhou, looking up at him.

Moonshadow Cat looked down at her, then gracefully jumped down from Fang Zhou's shoulder and landed steadily in Little Deer's arms.

The little deer hugged the cat tightly, buried its face in the cat's fur, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Fang Zhou paid for his own noodles and then paid for the two bowls of noodles for Su Yan and Xiao Lu as well.

After all, he's a sword cultivator, so let's save him some money.

"Thank you, Brother Fang. I'll take her to the orphanage then." Su Yan stood up and bowed to Fang Zhou.

He walked to the door and found that the deer was still clinging to the cat.

"Little deer, let's go."

Moonshadow Cat lifted its head from her arms and glanced at Fang Zhou. Fang Zhou nodded slightly, and Moonshadow Cat lowered its head again, licking the little deer's fingers.

Little Deer chuckled twice, buried her face in the cat's fur, took a deep breath, and then handed the cat back to Fang Zhou. She looked up at Fang Zhou, then at the cat.

"Can I still cuddle with cats in the future?"

"Yes," Fang Zhou said.

Xiao Lu nodded happily, walked to Su Yan's side, and habitually took his hand.

Su Yan nodded to Fang Zhou, pushed open the curtain, and the two figures, one tall and one short, disappeared into the night on the street.

Even through the curtain, you can hear the sound of deer.

"Brother Su, that cat looks like a ball of moonlight when you hug it."

"Um."

"Is moonlight actually soft?"

"Probably."