The sage was determined to die.

Threat.

Wang Zhixuan remained silent, listening to Ji Bai's blatant threat, unable to move or budge.

The man's voice then rang in his ear: "I'm curious, how come you're still alive after being burned like this?"

Wang Zhixuan remained silent, while Ji Bai continued chatting casually with Chu Ze.

Chu Ze seemed to smile and said to him, "It is indeed worse than death. I didn't expect you to feel sorry for them."

Ji Bai shook his head, stood up, and casually stepped on Wang Zhixuan's fingers with his left foot.

He casually wiped his hands and said to Chu Ze, "I'm from the countryside and haven't read many books. I don't know if a person can still maintain a human form once they've been turned into a puppet."

He gestured with his hands, somewhat surprised: "Such a big person, it wouldn't be easy to take him anywhere."

Chu Ze glanced at Wang Zhixuan on the ground without showing any emotion, and then said, "Don't worry, some people's literary talent can change the shape of things."

He paused, then cupped his hands in a circle: "That guy from the Wang family is very good at this. He always lets his puppets do whatever he wants with them, and he likes to turn them into a palm-sized box that he takes with him wherever he goes."

Ji Bai took a breath; just thinking about it was enough to imagine what the scene would be like.

He subtly stepped on Wang Zhixuan's fingers, without applying any force, and his voice rang in his ear: "How about it? If you don't want to become a box, how about making a deal with me?"

Wang Zhixuan moved his fingers slightly.

Ji Bai took it as a yes.

"Call your uncle over," Ji Bai whispered enticingly in his ear. "You should have a way, right?"

Wang Zhixuan's fingers didn't move, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Just as he thought Ji Bai was about to say something more, the other man suddenly pulled him up, his voice clear and questioning as he asked Chu Xi, "How is this person still alive?"

His genuine bewilderment almost made Wang Zhixuan vomit blood.

Before Chu Ze could move, Chu Xi looked at him incredulously, puzzled by the dark figure: "No way? How can it still be alive after being dead for so long?"

Ji Bai made a gesture that I didn't understand, and even pretended to check his breath before nodding.

He looked at Chu Ze and saw clear confusion in the other's eyes, a look that seemed to be questioning why he wasn't following the script.

Ji Bai smiled and said to Chu Xi beside him, "I should have made a bet with you."

After saying that, Ji Bai threw the person back to the ground, his movements showing no gentleness whatsoever.

"I only promised to help you find the person," Ji Bai said. "I have absolutely no idea what to do next."

Chu Ze glanced at the sky and said, "Next, we need to wait for people."

"Waiting for someone?"

Chu Ze did not answer. Suddenly, a masked face appeared in Wang Zhixuan's mind as he lay on the ground. As a pricking sensation arose, he gradually remembered many things.

...Ji Ying.

Did he really find it?

The next second, he opened his eyes, and the dim, blurry filter in front of him gradually became clear. He slowly raised his hand, his fingers resting on his heart, and slowly clenched his fist in the air.

There was clearly nothing there, yet a sound like glass being shattered rang out.

Ji Bai watched him tilt his head, but didn't stop him. He simply said softly, "Is this a vegetable calling for its parents?"

His response was Wang Zhixuan closing his eyes, utterly exhausted.