The sage was determined to die.

"No, that statement is clearly not rigorous enough."

Ji Bai withdrew his hand. Although it had been burned by flames, it was still clean and shiny, without any trace of burns.

"The sample size is still not enough," he muttered to himself, then turned to look at the two people beside him.

The two of them were suddenly startled by Ji Bai's gaze.

After a while, the two of them stiffened, their expressions resistant, their faces seemingly filled with willingness, and slowly moved forward like tortoises.

Ji Bai, standing to the side, clearly acted as an unscrupulous supervisor, even urging as he watched, "Hurry up, this is a necessary sacrifice for the cause..."

This statement would perhaps be more logical if the person wasn't standing by with an attitude that he would do it himself if they refused.

Seeing that Yan Ming was clearly dawdling and unwilling to continue, Gongsun Yang knew he couldn't delay any longer. He closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and, as if he were going all out, reached out his hand to the fire.

"Hey, it's actually not hot."

Within seconds, Gongsun Yang opened his eyes and stared at his hand in disbelief.

He repeatedly pulled his hand out and put it back in; the burning flames seemed to be an illusion, but he felt nothing of reality.

It has to be said, this feeling is truly amazing.

Seeing that Gongsun Yang was unharmed, Yan Ming then stretched out his hand, intending to add "It's not hot," when the next second, a pain as if being gnawed by a monster came from his fingertips.

"Hiss-ha—"

Yan Ming withdrew his hand and subconsciously blew on his fingers, but his clean fingertips showed no signs of burning.

"That's strange," Yan Ming couldn't help but say. "How could this be?"

Seeing Yan Ming's condition, Gongsun Yang gave up trying and comforted him, saying, "Perhaps Brother Yan is just tender-fed, unlike us... rough men."

"Yeah?"

Yan Ming scratched his head, as if he hadn't quite grasped what was happening.

He muttered under his breath, looking puzzled, "This thing actually hates the rich?"

Gongsun Yang, who seemed about to speak but hesitated, remained silent.

This person's brain circuits are really strange.

He turned to look at Ji Bai, only to see that the man's gaze was now fixed on Wang Zhixuan lying on the ground. Seeing Gongsun Yang's puzzled look, he slowly said, "It seems this is not a mirage. Of course, I don't know what it is either."

"However," Ji Bai's tone suddenly became a little strange, and he pointed to the person lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and said, "I have a feeling that if we throw him in, he will probably be burned terribly."

He didn't consciously control his voice when he said this. Wang Zhixuan, who was lying on the ground, was gradually recovering and could hear what Ji Bai was saying.

Upon hearing this, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable chill.

No way, this person wouldn't really...

Just as he was contemplating whether to make a desperate escape, he heard the man, as if a rare vestige of conscience had suddenly surfaced, say, "But I was just joking."

Wang Zhixuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the ground, continuing to play dead.

Where he couldn't see them, the two of them certainly had a different expression.

Gongsun Yang slowly opened his eyes, his expression one of shock, but his voice was kept very low.

"Could it be that he got injured like this?"

Ji Bai smiled mysteriously and said to him, "Perhaps."