The sage was determined to die.

"I……"

Yan Ming was so speechless at the kid's words that he almost couldn't catch his breath. The other person's detached attitude made all the swear words he wanted to say freeze in his mouth.

As if to suggest that this was insufficient, Ji Bai even said to Yan Ming, "Don't you think it's very hard for them to fight so hard?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Yan Ming pointed to himself and then to Ji Bai, and for a moment he even wondered if he was hallucinating.

Ji Bai calmly observed everything below, his expression perfectly composed. It was precisely this calm amidst the chaos that gave the two men the feeling that this kid was definitely up to no good.

"You guys just lack patience."

Ji Bai adopted the attitude of a senior, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Wouldn't it be better to wait until they're locked in a fierce battle, fighting tooth and nail, before we step in to reap the rewards?"

"Harvesting?"

It has to be said that this sounded very much like Ji Bai's style, but the two of them were unsure and said, "There are only three of us."

"It's alright," Ji Bai waved his hand. "I'm worth ten of you."

Regardless of who gets these fragments of literary talent, it's already a win for Ji Bai.

Each time a new person obtains a fragment, the map in Ji Bai's mind, visible only to him, becomes more complete.

These faint but highly conspicuous red dots are, to some extent, invincible in reconnaissance.

Ji Bai reached out and rested his hand on the stone. Although he had made many guesses about this special Wenxin, he really didn't have much confidence.

This literary heart is very secretive, and its ability seems unremarkable at first glance, but for Ji Bai, this kind of thing is far more effective than ordinary defense, and it is what guards against a cold arrow from behind.

The two watched the chaotic battle below, waiting for Ji Bai's instructions.

As they waited and waited, the workers below were almost finished and ready to wrap up, but Ji Bai still looked lazy and even yawned, showing no intention of taking any action.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Yan Ming couldn't sit still any longer.

"When are we going down?" Yan Ming asked.

"Wait a little longer," Ji Bai said, trying to reassure the other person. "Look how anxious you are."

Yan Ming: "..."

However, Ji Bai's figure soon disappeared from sight. But the two of them were quick-witted and reacted much faster than the average person, and soon followed him.

"That's pretty fast."

Ji Bai slowed down, peeked out from his tortoise-shell-like armor, looked at the two people behind him, and said, "There are only three of us now, which is really too few. If you know anyone, you can call them over later."

The three of them moved quickly, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, Ji Bai's words came true. There were indeed several people they recognized, who were from the group that had left earlier.

However, as soon as those people saw Ji Bai and his group, they avoided eye contact and pretended not to see them at all.

Ji Bai naturally knew where they were. The closer he got to these people, the stronger the faint sense he felt became. It was as if an invisible hand was turning a compass, with him as the pointer and these people as the small beads falling on the compass.

"Tsk." He couldn't help but click his tongue, but said outwardly, "You mean they're here waiting for the second volcanic eruption?"

"What volcanic eruption?" Yan Ming asked.