The sage was determined to die.

"What do you mean?"

Chu Ze shook his head slightly, looked at Ji Bai, and suddenly said, "Have you noticed something strange?"

"What?" Ji Bai asked.

Chu Ze casually picked up a wooden cup next to him, tilted his head back and took a sip of water. His voice sounded as if it were immersed in water, with an unreal sense of detachment.

"We chased after Wenxin like dogs chasing after a bone, fighting for it, but you didn't care at all."

"I originally thought you were faking it, just like me."

Chu Ze paused here, looking at Ji Bai as if he were looking at some monster.

"But to pretend to be like you, you're really good at pretending."

Ji Bai couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Your description is really disgusting."

"To be honest," Ji Bai's expression didn't seem like that of a man, but after thinking it over carefully, he said to him, "I still care about Wenxin very much."

It concerned his grand plan to escape, so how could he not care?

Ji Bai's sincerity seemed genuine, and his dark pupils shimmered with a subtle light, making even his usually liar face appear somewhat innocent.

"But I don't really understand how to use this thing."

Chu Ze felt like he couldn't breathe properly, as if he would choke on his breath at any moment.

"Cough cough—"

Chu Ze suppressed the urge to complain, took a deep breath, and then said to the hateful person in front of him, "Let's move on to the next topic."

Ji Bai revealed a triumphant smile.

……

"There are no weak literary talents in the world, it's all about how you use them."

Yan Ming stood next to Gongsun Yang and suddenly uttered these words with profound meaning.

"Didn't Ji Bai tell you that?"

Gongsun Yang glanced at the other person's forehead, confirming that the skin tone was normal, and comforted him, "You're not missing him, are you?"

"Cough cough cough—"

Yan Ming looked at him seriously: "Let's talk this out. Don't curse me all the time."

"I'm just using this as an excuse to make a fuss," Yan Ming said.

Gongsun Yang gave him a look that was hard to describe, and said, "...It must have been something he felt compelled to say."

"That guy's such a chatterbox," Yan Ming thought to himself.

"I find it really strange," Yan Ming said, seizing the opportunity to make a point. "What benefits did Ji Bai give you that made you so willing to be his eyes and ears?"

Gongsun Yang sighed softly, looking somewhat troubled: "As you know, I actually had no choice at all."

Whether his act of feigning helplessness was successful or not, Yan Ming didn't make things difficult for him anymore, but simply let him come along.

With Ji Bai absent, the already disunited team naturally became much more scattered, creating a chaotic scene resembling a bustling market.

As Ji Bai requested, Yan Ming intentionally left them hanging for quite some time, and this neglect naturally made them restless.

Even after Yan Ming arrived, the crowd didn't quiet down.

Like hundreds of sparrows chirping and huddled together, people would occasionally peek at him secretly.

"Gentlemen, that bastard Ji Bai made me put on a show for you."

Yan Ming laughed ostentatiously; with Ji Bai absent, he stood out much more.

The clamor of the crowd gradually subsided, and the next second, Yan Ming slowly said, "Hey, that bastard and I both have literary hearts, but the difference in our treatment is really quite big."

The next second, he sighed, grabbed a person by the neck, and slammed him to the ground.

The ground was like an open mouth, tearing and swallowing the person whole.

Everyone fell silent.