The sage was determined to die.

Not long has passed.

The girl looked calmly at her hands, her eyes devoid of any extraneous expression.

However, the calmness in her eyes could be described as quite frightening to others.

At this moment, her two forearms were completely transparent, yet her hands were still trembling, the cut surfaces were neat and clean, as if covered by a transparent cloth.

The girl can still feel the slight pain in her forearms, but the pain, as if cut by a knife, is also ever-present.

Ji Ying, who only appeared at this moment, first glanced at the corpse on the ground, then looked at her arms with slight surprise, slowly turned her head, covered her eyes with her hands, and said, "Should I not have looked at this?"

The girl clearly had no intention of hiding anything at this point, and said in a cold voice, "If you want to gouge your own eyes out, I don't mind."

Ji Ying shrugged and gave a slight smile.

After a while, he said, "Something's not right."

"I know."

The girl didn't show much surprise. She calmly lowered her sleeve to cover her arm and said, "It's just that I'm not as skilled. Murder and arson aren't surprising. What's so strange about this?"

Ji Ying didn't say much, but looked at the girl and smiled gently: "That's true."

……

"It's a real pity that no relics were found during the cremation."

Ji Bai took off his hood, looked at the leaping flames, and couldn't help but speak.

Yan Ming, who was standing to the side, also took it off, but he was still somewhat hesitant and glanced back at the person lying on the ground.

At this moment, Wang Zhixuan's entire head was completely covered, and his already blurry vision was now completely obscured by darkness.

Yan Ming couldn't help but ask, "Won't this suffocate people?"

Ji Bai glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and said, "When you were protecting him, you didn't leave him any openings to breathe, did you?"

"I poked it." Hearing this, Yan Ming felt a little guilty. "It was just a little small..."

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Ji Bai glanced at the other person and said, "But he's probably quite upset inside."

Hearing Ji Bai say this, Yan Ming, who rarely thought along the same lines, couldn't help but retort, "How can you not be upset? You've melted someone else's treasure."

"What do you mean 'his treasure'?" Ji Bai retorted. "If it's given to me, isn't it mine?"

Yan Ming hadn't expected him to pull this stunt, but upon reflection, it didn't seem to make any sense.

"That's not right."

Yan Ming realized what was happening, moved a little closer to him, and asked, "Don't you feel any regret at all?"

Ji Bai stared at the burning flames for a long while before slowly saying, "That depends on what it can burn out for me."

Yan Ming didn't understand what that sentence meant.

Time passed second by second, and the flames became transparent again. At this moment, even Ji Bai couldn't help but feel a little expectant, staring intently at the fire.

No one stepped forward, and the flames gradually died out, as if they had been completely burned out.

The tall skeleton had been burned to a small pile of ashes. Ji Bai walked forward and, with the last shred of hygiene in his mind, did not reach out to pry it away. Instead, he picked up a branch from his waist and poked it.

After poking around for a while, I didn't find anything but ashes.

"No, this doesn't make sense, does it?" Ji Bai couldn't help but say.