The sage was determined to die.

"Actually, I still don't understand."

As Ji Bai became like a street lamp, guiding more and more people, even his slightly disheveled body gradually began to shimmer with a holy radiance.

Yan Ming looked on, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back, then stopping himself from speaking.

"By the way, where did you get all this information about Wenxin?"

He couldn't hold back any longer and, after speaking, feigned ignorance, covered his mouth and squeezed out a sentence through his fingers: "I didn't mean anything by it, just curiosity, you know what curiosity is, right?"

Ji Bai was silent for a moment, scratched his head slightly, and said, "Oh, this? Just a guess."

Three question marks slowly appeared above Yan Ming's head. The swear word that was about to come out of his mouth was rolled around smoothly, and he said, "You're so perfunctory."

"All right."

These days, nobody believes the truth. Ji Bai put on a stern face, looking mysterious: "Actually, the paths I pointed out to them were all traps I set."

Yan Ming's eyes widened in shock. He raised and lowered his finger, hissed twice, and after a long pause, finally said, "Really?"

Ji Bai gave him a mysterious smile, then turned and left.

……

Thanks to someone, a period of peace gradually passed in my mountain of books.

In this calm before the storm, the old tortoise opened its eyes again.

A huge green stone stood by the roadside. After a long while, the stone began to undulate slightly, as if it were a breathing stone, slowly opening its eyes.

It was a turtle face that was completely devoid of features, and a kind of "confused" emotion slowly emerged from its ugly and ferocious appearance.

Who is he?

Where is he?

The old tortoise instinctively stretched out its limbs and slowly crawled forward. After an unknown amount of time, a barrier-like object appeared in front of it.

It followed its instincts and looked up at the obstacle.

The person stood in front of him against the light, and from his perspective, he couldn't make out their features at all. It took him quite a while for his overloaded brain to slowly realize that the thing in front of him seemed to be a person.

This person had something that looked like a piece of metal stuck to their face.

"Old man, you're so resilient." The man's cold fingers landed on his face, and he suddenly smiled at him. "Why are you so slow to react? Looks like you've reached your limit."

With the old tortoise's current brain capacity, it couldn't possibly understand what this person meant.

However, the other party clearly had no intention of explaining. He found a rope somewhere and tied it around its neck.

This man didn't look very big, but his wrists were surprisingly strong, and his technique of maneuvering the turtle was unexpectedly skillful.

"By the way, have you become someone's pet now?"

The man spoke in a language he couldn't understand, saying, "I'm teasing you like this, won't your master be angry?"

For some reason, the old tortoise's overloaded brain slowly began to generate an emotion that resembled anger, as if he had been tricked.

"Who are you?" it slowly opened its mouth. "What are you taking me to do?"

The man seemed surprised that he could speak, and muttered something under his breath that was unclear.

After a long pause, he heard the person before him seem to hesitate before saying, "Perhaps, I should take you to find your master?"

For some reason, the word "master" made it inexplicably angry. Along with this innate sense of irritation, a face that looked like it deserved a beating slowly appeared in its mind.