The sage was determined to die.

Ji Bai remained silent for a long time.

After acquiring the Wenxin, his eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people. He wasn't very close to the old tortoise, yet he could clearly see its every move, watching it wander around like a headless fly with such a large target hanging around its neck.

But so far, no one else has shown up.

"That's strange," Ji Bai muttered. "Are there really no fools who would fall for it?"

Yan Ming's legs were numb from squatting. Hearing Ji Bai's words, he reached out and tapped his legs, casually replying, "Do you think it's possible that this place isn't a place anyone can just walk into?"

Ji Bai looked at him, surprised, and said, "But even you can get in, isn't this place casual enough?"

He spoke of it casually, even with a hint of innocence.

Yan Ming's fist hardened instantly.

"What do you mean 'whatever'!" he snapped angrily. "I have a literary heart, you know!"

"That's right," Ji Bai paused for a moment upon hearing this, then looked at Yan Ming, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Ah, I almost forgot."

Seeing his demeanor, Yan Ming immediately sensed that the other party harbored ill intentions. His intuition might be considered mere guesswork for others, but it was almost always accurate when it came to Ji Bai…

Ji Bai beckoned to him, appearing very approachable, and whispered something in his ear: "This is something only you can do..."

Yan Ming only regretted that his legs were numb and he couldn't move, forced to listen to this person's bird-like eyes and bird-like language, the more he listened, the stranger the person's face became.

"Can this really work?" His eyes revealed disbelief and suspicion. Seeing the other person's confident demeanor, Yan Ming could only say, "What if he doesn't believe me?"

"Be more confident." Ji Bai patted him on the shoulder and laughed. "Anyway, it's just delaying things a bit."

……

Something's not right.

The old tortoise crawled for a long time but still didn't see a single person. He wasn't too concerned about whether he was disappointed or not; what he was really concerned about was that he had been crawling for so long and was getting a little thirsty...

He was very unhappy about feeling like he was being played.

It felt as if he was walking forward while the person spying on him was retreating.

"It's one thing if I can't see others," a figure popped into the old tortoise's mind, "but that kid shouldn't be gone..."

He slowly moved back to his original spot. He had no choice but to move, as the crystal on his body was like a compass, always drawing him in one direction.

Just as he was crawling at a snail's pace, a group of people hurried over, their feet kicking up dust, making a great commotion.

The moment the old tortoise saw the group of people, it turned its head to the side, then, as if remembering something, slowly turned its head back.

I almost forgot, with his current prestige, who could recognize his true form?

"Hey, senior."

The young man, who didn't seem very bright, stopped and stood in front of him. Although he didn't look very smart, he wasn't malicious. He even squatted down in front of him considerately, his gaze sweeping over the old tortoise's neck.

With a weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally.

Although the old tortoise didn't recognize him, it figured he was a greedy young man who didn't know his place, and raised its claws to send him on his way.

The next moment, Yan Ming pointed a finger at his neck, his clean eyes seeming vaguely familiar.

"The turtle Ji Bai mentioned, is that you?" Yan Minglang asked loudly. "Senior, are you really a human in disguise?"

The old tortoise paused, then said, "..."