The sage was determined to die.

The moment Ji Bai opened his eyes, he looked down at his hands.

"How could it be this thing..."

He slowly pressed his temples. The fragment of Wenxin that he had just obtained had now completely merged into his body, and the familiar pain almost made his scalp tingle.

However, he did not die.

Ji Bai slowly breathed a sigh of relief, unsure whether to feel fortunate or to think otherwise.

Without a doubt, this thing was like a poisoned lottery ticket to Ji Bai—valuable but stinging, and physically so.

Ji Bai bent down slightly, wondering whether he should pick up another piece, but he couldn't help but feel conflicted and had a slight thought of giving up.

Just as he was thinking this, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the air. Ji Bai's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked up. He saw that the fragments flying all over the sky were woven into a huge array, constantly changing shape and struggling. Sometimes it became a net, and sometimes it condensed into the shape of an arrow.

Seeing the arrow heading straight for him, Ji Bai didn't hesitate. He piled up layers of armor on his body, turned around, and started running.

Behind him, fragments of Wenxin danced like a whirlwind, stirring up countless dust and sand, rushing towards him like a giant swarm of bees.

"Depend on."

"How come there are still lotteries chasing after people these days?"

at the same time.

Yan Ming crept forward furtively, not forgetting to brainwash Gongsun Yang beside him: "That guy is probably going to hoard all the good stuff for himself."

"To keep it all for yourself?" Gongsun Yang asked, looking innocent and clueless.

Yan Ming, without stopping, nodded and said, "Think about it, otherwise why wouldn't he let us follow?"

Gongsun Yang knew perfectly well that the two of them were from the same country, and as a scholar from a small country, he naturally had no right or position to interfere.

So Gongsun Yang shook his head, feigning ignorance and pretending to be puzzled.

Seeing that he didn't dare to speak, Yan Ming didn't mince words and asked directly, "Use your brain. If that thing didn't have no sense of danger, would it go alone?"

"So, what does Brother Yan mean?" Gongsun Yang asked cautiously.

Yan Ming clapped his hands, looking very disappointed, and said, "Of course they're going to use us as cannon fodder and step on us as stepping stones!"

Gongsun Yang hissed, unable to refute for a moment, because the other party's words were indeed reasonable and well-founded.

Clearly, neither of them believed Ji Bai's claim that he would protect them.

In today's world, it's considered kind not to kick someone when they're down, but to worry about someone's life or death is simply a sign of harboring evil intentions.

Yan Ming muttered to himself, then continued, "That's why we need to secretly follow them; maybe we can get a share..."

These words made Yan Ming feel extremely pained. It could be said that he had followed Ji Bai for so long, but he had gained very little. Even Gongsun Yang had managed to get a Wenxin.

Fortunately, no matter what Gongsun Yang was thinking, he was very cooperative on the surface. He nodded in agreement, but just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed behind Yan Ming and murmured, "Flying...flying..."

"What is it?"

Yan Ming turned around in dissatisfaction, and what came into view was the scene of Ji Bai being chased by that long dragon.

He rubbed his eyes, then pinched the thigh of the person next to him. Seeing that the other person was still stunned and didn't react, he immediately realized that this wasn't his imagination.

"What on earth is this thing...?"