The sage was determined to die.

When Ji Bai devised the plan to make the old turtle self-destruct, he didn't actually think too much about it.

However, he never expected that verifying a hypothesis would bring him such a great reward.

The three walked through the mountain of books, while the two beside them had no idea what Ji Bai was thinking.

Ji Bai would occasionally glance at Gongsun Yang. Although he didn't ask about the other's literary talent, nor did he ask Yan Ming to ask, Gongsun Yang was practically invisible to him now.

There was still no trace of the third Wenxin at the heart, but ever since the old tortoise exploded and Wenxins scattered, and several people obtained Wenxins with fragments at a much lower difficulty than usual, Ji Bai had a... very strange feeling.

He can see through the other person's intentions, effects, functions, and drawbacks.

The other party is unaware of his presence, and he is temporarily unable to control the other party.

It felt like he was playing a single-player game, but he couldn't control the game character and could only check the other person's interface.

Ji Bai kept walking and quickened his pace, wondering to himself, "Is this Wenxin's ability really like this?"

……

This wasn't the first time Gongsun Yang had sensed that Ji Bai was watching him.

The other person's gaze lightly swept over him, but Gongsun Yang felt as if he were being pricked by a thorn. Strangely, the feeling of being watched was not like the sense of crisis of being hunted, but more like the impatience of being subtly manipulated.

His body stiffened involuntarily, his face remained expressionless, and he neither turned his head nor spoke.

Finally, Ji Bai spoke first, saying, "Didn't you notice I was watching you?"

Gongsun Yang swallowed hard, turned around, and politely asked, "Oh, is that so?"

Ji Bai nodded, his eyes innocent: "Yes, I've been watching you the whole time."

It seems it really wasn't my imagination.

"Do I have anything on me?" Gongsun Yang asked.

Ji Bai shook his head naturally and said to him, "After obtaining the Wenxin, your five senses will become much more acute. I was just testing you on purpose, but you didn't react at all."

He gently stroked his chin, looking like he was thinking very seriously.

"Is it because your literary talent is too weak?"

These obviously nitpicking words unfortunately did not cause much of a stir in Gongsun Yang's heart.

He let out a slight breath, his face bearing a hint of feigned anger: "Perhaps."

It seems he can sense when I look at him.

Adding this sentence to his mind, Ji Bai's contemplation of this literary talent deepened considerably.

Looking at it this way... could this Wenxin be something like a mother?

I was startled by my own thought.

……

The road, designed with human intervention, is like a giant running wheel, always running yet always in the same place.

The girl suddenly thought of those words, and she lowered her head, silently watching the figures of the crowd.

Far fewer people died than she had planned.

This uncontrollable anxiety made her pick at the hangnails under her nails, tearing and scraping them off. The slight pain slowly brought her back to her senses.

This can't go on.

As the girl watched the group about to gather, she suddenly exhaled and then fixed her gaze on Ji Bai's face.

"What a strange person."

She counted on her fingers, one by one, "He doesn't seem very smart, so why isn't he greedy? Why are there people like this in the world..."