The sage was determined to die.

"I have so many people I know well."

Ji Bai asked coldly, "Which one are you referring to?"

Chu Ze, whose face always seemed insincere, frowned slightly in confusion and murmured, "I see. Maybe I guessed wrong."

Ji Bai was speechless. He never expected that there would be someone in this world whose acting skills were even worse than his.

"Alright." Ji Bai's dark eyes darted around, and he said, "The way you were practically begging me to jump into the pit just now, it would be strange if I fell for it."

Chu Ze hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't seem to have changed much."

Ji Bai shrugged, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "The clever me saw through your plan. Now I want to use you against you. How can that not be a change?"

"Chu Ze, we've at least crossed paths a little, so we're practically quite familiar with each other, right?"

Ji Bai stood there, his gaze unfathomable: "To be honest, someone like you shouldn't change yourself for anyone. Someone who's always only carried half a bucket of water, suddenly having to fill it with it—what kind of temptation would it take to entice you to do that?"

Chu Ze did not answer immediately.

Ji Bai spread his hands and said, "I'm an honest and upright man, there's nothing for you to scheme against, is there?"

Chu Ze suddenly laughed twice, looking as happy as if it were real.

"Of course I have my own agenda."

Chu Ze's eyes lit up as he stared intently at Ji Bai: "Actually, I have a guess. Although the corpses here don't look real, I have a feeling that they are real."

Ji Bai swallowed hard.

"If these corpses are real, then whose corpses are they?"

Chu Ze's voice was low and deep, yet each word was like a thread being untied: "You must have considered this possibility, right? These corpses must belong to the scholars who died here, right?"

"So this is why you wanted to collaborate with me?" Ji Bai narrowed his eyes. "I almost actually believed you. You really do have a friend."

Chu Ze did not deny it. He said, "Although we haven't known each other for long, you do understand me, don't you? I certainly wouldn't offend the five great families for an ordinary high-grade literary talent, but what if that literary talent is very important?"

"What do you mean?" Ji Bai said, "You think that by properly disposing of these corpses, you can obtain a special literary talent?"

"That's possible."

Chu Ze paused, seemingly hesitant about what to say next, but finally spoke up: "Your second prince of Qi has been searching for a woman named Wenxin. You must be familiar with this, right?"

"I've heard of it," Ji Bai replied with only three words.

"Maybe it's here." Chu Ze's masked face also came to life. "If it really is here, wouldn't it be worth taking any risks?"

Even now, Ji Bai doesn't fully understand the power of Wen Xin.

But as a modern person, he naturally knew how difficult it was to advance medicine.

If there truly were a literary heart in this world capable of bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bones, it would inevitably cause a frenzy of competition among all sides.

Ji Bai reached out and scratched his hair, looking somewhat irritated.

"It's something that's not even close to being done yet, but you're talking about it like it's the truth."

Ji Bai took a deep breath and said to him, "Neither of us are fools. If someone truly possessed such a literary talent, don't you realize how fiercely it would scramble for it?"

"Are you so confident you can snag it?"

Ji Bai suddenly remembered what he had promised Ji Ying, paused, and then said, "Let me make this clear first, I am not a traitor, so I will definitely help our Second Prince first."

"That's not what I want," Chu Ze said. "It's the other one."