The sage was determined to die.

"weakness?"

Yan Ming rubbed his numb thigh, thought for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, "You mean Wenxin's weakness?"

Ji Bai nodded slightly.

"That's true, but it does work; after all, it's a principle everyone knows, but..."

Yan Ming rambled on and on about a bunch of nonsense. At this moment, he didn't intend to deliberately undermine Ji Bai's confidence, but he still couldn't help but chirp, "Aren't you being a little too optimistic?"

"That thing," Yan Ming gestured with his hand, his expression a mix of superficiality and complexity, yet also exaggerated, "can it be observed with the naked eye?"

Ji Bai stared intently at him with his bright eyes, a gaze that sent chills down the latter's spine for no apparent reason, as if the man was about to do something to him.

Yan Ming even unconsciously crossed his arms over his chest.

"Half an hour," Ji Bai suddenly said. "That's an overestimation. With your current ability to control Wenxin, if you burrow into the ground and can't breathe, you'll probably suffocate to death in less than half an hour. Am I right?"

"You guessed..." Yan Ming almost opened his mouth to refute, but the words stuck in his throat.

After a moment, his straight shoulders slumped slightly, and he couldn't help but ask, "Is this really your guess?"

Ji Bai smiled but remained silent, appearing exceptionally mysterious.

He surprisingly didn't overshadow Yan Ming, but Yan Ming couldn't help but believe some of his words.

He wiggled his numb thighs and moved closer to Ji Bai, whispering, "You... are your eyes really that good?"

His response was still Ji Bai's illogical, rustic verses.

"Nonsense," he said, "my eyes aren't gamma rays."

Yan Ming naturally didn't understand what this "something horse" meant, and just took it as Ji Bai's usual crazy ramblings.

All of the above were guessed by Ji Bai.

Not only did this person guess, but he also got Yan Ming to guess along with him.

The two stood rooted to the spot like two stones. Even after Yan Ming pondered the matter, he still couldn't quite understand Ji Bai's idea.

His thigh, which had been somewhat relieved, went numb again. He didn't know how much time had passed, but just when he was almost completely numb in his legs, someone actually came down below him.

The two people below were running wildly, seemingly being chased by someone, their faces showing obvious panic.

Yan Ming couldn't help but ask, "Did they encounter a ghost?"

"It's probably not that bad." Ji Bai thought of a man-eating flower and said, "It's more likely that we encountered some natives."

Yan Ming selectively ignored the words he didn't understand. He only saw Ji Bai slightly frowning, muttering to himself even though his body didn't move much: "Middle to low grade literary talent, it's similar to yours."

This person's beak is still so annoying.

Yan Ming was about to retort when he saw the two people below running away while bending down to scoop up loose soil from the ground and smear it on themselves. In no time, they were indeed blending into the soil.

Yan Ming: "..."

He turned his head and complained, "Where did all this dirt come from?"

Ji Bai raised an eyebrow and replied, "This? I prepared it."

After he finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper from somewhere and wrote down all the details on it.

After finishing recording, he didn't forget to say to Yan Ming, "This function is a bit like a chameleon, adapting to the environment. The downside is... it's so weak. It seems like this kind of skill doesn't need much defense."

For some reason, someone always felt that they were being subtly implied.