The sage was determined to die.

Ji Bai suddenly exclaimed, "Hearing you being so shameless makes me feel much closer to you now."

Wang Zhixuan was surprised that the other party would say that, and a series of question marks appeared above his head.

"What...do you mean?" Wang Zhixuan was stunned.

Ji Bai smiled, his voice unexpectedly gentle: "Of course, it's more convenient to extort you."

Wang Zhixuan: "..."

Even though the two people standing nearby were prepared, they were still shocked by Ji Bai's smooth-talking manner when they heard his blunt words.

Yan Ming couldn't help but think, "Could this be the foreshadowing that Ji Bai was talking about?"

Clearly, this was indeed the groundwork this person mentioned, and even after the groundwork was completed, the feelings and opinions of the person involved were sought.

Wang Zhixuan's tone was noticeably softer. He took a few breaths to calm himself down before saying to Ji Bai, "You'd better not tell anyone about this. It won't do you any good."

Ji Bai raised an eyebrow and said, "Looks like I guessed right."

Perhaps worried that he would actually be thrown off, Wang Zhixuan's breathing became rapid, and then he said in a tense tone, "Don't even think about throwing me off, it's useless."

"Hey," Ji Bai waved his hand, "you are from great families, with huge wealth and power. Of course, we who have nothing to lose can't afford to offend you."

Ji Bai thought he had made a very obvious implied meaning, but as soon as he said it, Yan Ming couldn't help but whisper in Gongsun Yang's ear, "Barefoot? We're not barefoot either!"

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Yang hesitated for a moment before swallowing his words in silence.

Perhaps feeling that the two were too far apart, Ji Bai squatted down next to Wang Zhixuan, both of their faces were completely covered, and their voices were kept very low, so that the other could not tell what they were saying at all.

Ji Bai said to him, "Actually, if I say this, you'll probably cause me trouble again later."

Wang Zhixuan really wants to say, you can actually choose to shut up.

Unfortunately, Ji Bai didn't understand his implied meaning at all and continued, "But I really mean well. What did you all eat to grow up like this? Why is it that burning you works, but when we put our hands in, it has no effect at all?"

"Oh no," Ji Bai paused, then added, "your uncle, who is completely different from your race after the mutation, is also quite heat-resistant."

Wang Zhixuan is now somewhat relieved that Ji Bai can no longer see his face clearly.

He himself couldn't imagine how guilty he looked at that moment.

"I don't understand what you're saying," he said. "I really don't understand these things..."

His response was like Ji Bai striking him with a stone, his expression relaxed, his tone indifferent:

"There are two possibilities, right?"

"One possibility is that you have some kind of literary talent, or a secret cultivation method, or dietary habits that allow you to integrate here more quickly."

"There's another one that's rather terrifying." Ji Bai tapped his fingers on the other person's chest. "Could it be that a part of your body was originally inherited from here?"

Things turned out differently than Ji Bai had expected. After he said that, Wang Zhixuan felt as if his thoughts had been exposed, but he also suddenly felt relieved.

"First, yes, there is," Wang Zhixuan said with difficulty. "But secondly, what are you thinking? I'm a person, not a stone."