The sage was determined to die.

Although he still didn't know what this person looked like, he believed he knew a little about him.

Simply put, this man who protects himself so thoroughly is someone whose mind is solely focused on money.

Wang Zhixuan even thought with a touch of self-deprecation that, from a certain perspective, this person could be considered both steadfast and simple-minded.

"However," given their current predicament, Wang Zhixuan tried to appear as vulnerable as possible, "if that thing really exists, how can you guarantee you'll be able to obtain it...?"

After he finished speaking, he worried that he might have been too forceful.

After all, he was completely at a disadvantage until his wounds healed.

Ji Bai tilted his head slightly, revealing a face so unrecognizable it could be described as eerie.

He said, "I can't guarantee that."

Wang Zhixuan: "???"

Then what are you talking nonsense about?

Wang Zhixuan felt he had used up all his composure to barely swallow the profanity, and asked with a distorted smile, "So what's this?"

The person whose face was obscured appeared to be smiling, with a soft laugh emanating from beneath the mask.

"Of course, it's because I'm very confident."

Wang Zhixuan: "..."

The man continued with his almost fanciful remarks: "So, how about it, are you willing to take a gamble with me?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhixuan swallowed hard.

……

"You're actually betting with him?"

Yan Ming whispered to Ji Bai, glancing at Wang Zhixuan in the distance every now and then.

Ji Bai rolled his eyes, looking utterly shameless: "Go ahead and gamble, why not?"

He said with a smile, "I can swear a hundred oaths to you right now. As long as I don't curse myself, even if I break the oath, what can happen to me?"

Yan Ming slowly opened his mouth. As a simple and honest ancient man, he had to admit that as he gained a deeper understanding of Ji Bai, many of his values ​​became distorted.

However, neither of them were fools, nor were they sincere.

Yan Ming could roughly guess what Ji Bai was talking about. After making a guess, he couldn't help but ask, "If that thing really exists, won't you keep it for yourself?"

"Besides," Yan Ming covered his mouth with his hand, speaking very softly as if guarding against a thief, "you know our Second Prince well..."

His voice was soft, but his language was very direct.

"Hmm, that makes sense." Ji Bai nodded. "We'll see how much the Second Prince is willing to give me then. Selling it to him isn't out of the question."

Yan Ming: "..." Is that the point?

As if reading his mind, Ji Bai said, "You know me well. I have absolutely no interest in material things like literature."

Hearing such shameless remarks, Yan Ming could only suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

"You..." Yan Ming almost blurted out "ungrateful wretch," but at the last second he awkwardly changed it to, "You're quite true to your original aspirations, huh?"

Ji Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, and it looked rather strange that a face wearing a hood would make such a gesture.

"You really understand me," Ji Bai said, patting the other person on the shoulder.

For some reason, Yan Ming felt that ever since he had been hanging out with this person for a while, the frequency of his eyeballs moving had increased significantly.

"What's next?" he quickly changed the subject. "What are you planning to do?"

"Get ready to throw away the trash," Ji Bai said.

Yan Ming: "?"