The sage was determined to die.

"The Second Prince?" Ji Bai realized, "You mean Ji Ying?"

After saying that, Ji Bai regretted it a little. If someone who didn't know the situation heard him, they would think that he and Ji Ying were very familiar with each other.

"I'm not familiar with him."

Ji Bai touched his nose and said to him, "I'm not interested in asking about him either."

Unfortunately, the person in front of him had no sense of tact and insisted on speaking, saying, "Then let's just pretend I'm chatting."

"Ji Ying and I," Chu Ze said, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if carefully choosing his words, "are kindred spirits."

Ji Bai glanced at him sideways and nodded: "No wonder you two look so similar."

Chu Ze's expression was somewhat strange. He still smiled, but his voice took a turn as he said, "Not really, wasn't he disfigured?"

Ji Bai: "..."

He couldn't help but remind him, "Don't you know that guy cares a lot about his face?"

"Of course I know."

Chu Ze wiped his fingers, leaving spiderweb-like marks of bright red blood that seemed to stick to his fingers, emitting a faint smell of blood.

That's why I helped him.

He spoke calmly, "There are many people in this world who live like neither human nor ghost, but they can still maintain a semblance of humanity on the surface. But Ji Ying has long since gone mad, and there are naturally many people who want to laugh at him."

Ji Bai stared quietly at his fingers, the blood seemingly impossible to wipe away: "So you're teaching those who insulted him a lesson for him?"

"I never would have guessed you were so kind." Ji Bai's expression was particularly strange when he said this.

Chu Ze's eyes widened as he looked at him, his eyes curving slightly: "You're so naive. I wouldn't have such good intentions."

He didn't keep him in suspense and said directly, "I'm helping him pull out a few nails."

"Nail?" Ji Bai asked.

Chu Ze's smile slowly faded, his eyes becoming unfathomable, as if two will-o'-the-wisps were burning within them.

"yes."

His five fingers slowly clenched together, as if grasping a non-existent thread in the air.

"Ji Ying offended someone he couldn't afford to offend. That person can't touch him for the time being, but has sent a lot of spies to keep an eye on him."

Ji Bai was confused, but he understood what the other person meant: "There are also books in the mountain of books."

Chu Ze made a "shh" gesture, but what he said made no attempt to hide anything.

"Of course," he said. "Money makes the world go round."

Ji Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, belatedly realizing the other person's meaning: "You mean to say that the people he offended aren't related to us, are they?"

Chu Ze first shook his head slightly, then nodded.

"You could say that."

Chu Ze scoffed, his attitude completely at odds with his usual noble demeanor: "That old man wants Ji Ying to get that Wenxin more than anyone else."

Although Ji Bai didn't know who the person was, he was certainly not naive enough to think it was a blessing.

"If Ji Ying obtains that Wenxin," Ji Bai said, "would that person try to steal it?"

Chu Ze nodded and corrected him, "He would snatch it from anyone who gets it."

Ji Bai nodded, feeling a surge of joy within him.

He thought, "It seems to be one of the elders from the five great families, but there are just too many elders from the five great families..."

Ji Bai asked casually, "Is this person seriously ill, or is he nearing the end of his life?"

"Yes, we have them all."

"Even the five great families can be injured like this." Ji Bai shook his head slightly and sighed, "They're really useless."

Chu Ze glanced at the distance with a strange look, then suddenly said, "Yes, and this matter is actually related to the State of Chen."

Ji Bai remained silent for a long time.

...How did Chen Ji get involved again?