The sage was determined to die.

With one of the three playing the good cop, one the bad cop, and another feigning eloquence, everyone was forced to swear a solemn oath.

Even when forced to swear an oath, Yan Ming's face, which clearly didn't look kind, stared at the person without blinking, his eyes seeming to want to poke holes in their face, making him look like a ferocious demon.

The scholar from the small country swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he swore his oath.

Yan Ming, who also had a bit of a penchant for acting, turned to Ji Bai and suggested, "Why don't we kill all these scholars from small countries? I think the dead are the best at keeping secrets."

Ji Bai opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Yan Ming seized the opportunity to scold him, "Ji Bai, what kind of behavior is this, so indecisive? Sometimes I'm really ashamed to be associated with you!"

He flicked his sleeve and saw Ji Bai squinting at him, his kind smile somehow carrying a hint of "you're dead."

Yan Ming swallowed hard and quietly looked away.

"Sigh, let's just forget about it."

Ji Bai looked at the scholar from the small country with a warm and friendly expression, but everyone knew that this person was utterly wicked.

He said casually, "There are still many dangers in the mountain of books. Maybe none of us will make it out."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. This man's mind was so vicious that he practically had "If you don't obey, none of you will leave here alive" written all over his face.

"So, for safety's sake," Ji Bai revealed a sly smile, "everyone will temporarily follow my orders, hmm?"

Everyone's faces darkened.

……

The old tortoise naturally wouldn't obediently follow Ji Bai's instructions.

Unfortunately, his puppet body had died far too many times. Each time it died, the power of the body would decrease, and the connection between it and the main body would become increasingly weak.

In other words, his mind isn't working very well right now.

He tried to comprehend this fragment of the literary heart, hoping to find its completeness within it, but at this moment, the stone was only pretty and had almost no other use for him.

So he tried to remove the stone, but the effect was even worse. Not to mention that his claws could hardly perform such a complicated movement, when he finally managed to reach out and touch it, an indescribable pain surged through his body.

So, after being shocked several times, he could only walk towards the place Ji Bai had told him about, carrying the stone.

This mysterious attraction seemed to be telling him that only by going there could he find the completeness of his literary heart.

On the other side, Ji Bai also led his men forward.

He looked at everyone and said slowly, "As you can see, our bodies can't actually support too many fragments. This Wenxin is really special. When I first encountered it, I almost died from the pain."

Ji Bai was unusually honest, and as he spoke, his brows twitched slightly, as if he were genuinely troubled by it.

"However, I believe there must be other methods."

At this point, Ji Bai's expression turned strange, and he said somewhat evasively, "Because I once saw a huge tortoise leave with a very large fragment of the Wenxin."

"A turtle?" Yan Ming chimed in, "What kind of turtle?"

"It's said to be a tortoise, but it can speak human language."

Ji Bai looked at everyone and said, "I suspect that the turtle is some kind of puppet."

After saying that, he glanced at the sky in a very suggestive way.