The sage was determined to die.

After removing his hood, Wang Zhixuan sat there blankly, exuding a sense of helplessness due to a serious illness.

His expression mirrored his utter weakness; he stared blankly at his palm, where a piece of transparent gel lay.

Even if Wang Zhixuan were an idiot, he could figure out what this thing was.

He looked at Ji Bai with a somewhat complicated expression and slowly asked, "Why did you give me this?"

Before Wang Zhixuan could even speak, Yan Ming, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain his resentful gaze and was now looking at Wang Zhixuan with a face full of grievance.

"Oh, of course I didn't want to give it to you."

Although his expression was obscured by the mask, Ji Bai's surprised yet irritating tone was something no one else could replicate.

Ji Bai even picked at his ear and said to him, "I just wanted to show you whether you have any reaction."

Hearing this, Wang Zhixuan was even more bewildered, but his outstretched hand gripped tighter and tighter, and a feeling of wanting to run away with this thing welled up in his heart.

However, before they could even put it into practice, they heard Ji Bai's annoying voice coming over.

"Hey, if you really want to run away with this thing, it's not like you can't give it a try."

Ji Bai's soft laughter, for some reason, sent a chill down the spine of the person in front of her.

"Of course, that's assuming you can actually run."

Wang Zhixuan himself only had an impulse not to carry it out. Hearing Ji Bai say this, he was as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant, but he still held the thing in his hand tightly.

"No response."

After holding hands for a while without any miracle happening, Wang Zhixuan had no choice but to let go.

He looked down at the object in his hand with a very serious expression and said to Ji Bai, "I don't know what this thing is either. It doesn't react at all in my hand. I guess it's not complete yet."

Ji Bai nodded and said, "That's certainly possible, but you're really too confident. Haven't you considered that this thing simply isn't meant for you?"

Wang Zhixuan turned his head away and did not speak.

"Oh, what a pity." Ji Bai put the item back, his voice tinged with regret. "This thing was made by your uncle, after all. I thought that as his nephew, you would at least be able to sense something different about it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhixuan retorted without hesitation, "That's not my uncle."

"Oh." Ji Bai scratched his head and apologized, "Oh right, sorry, I forgot you're from a collateral branch of the family."

Wang Zhixuan: "..."

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Yan Ming, who had been watching from the sidelines the whole time, finally couldn't help but ask Ji Bai, "This thing isn't completely useless, is it?"

Ji Bai glanced at him and said, "I haven't seen you care this much about other things."

Yan Ming was caught off guard and choked for a moment before finally saying, "My investigation is just a reasonable one."

"That's true."

Ji Bai held the object in his hand; it felt very warm to the touch, but even though he held it, it didn't react much.

"It might indeed be incomplete." Ji Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled, and said, "Because it's incomplete, it doesn't have much effect. Once it's complete, it will naturally be different."

Hearing what the other party said, many emotions flashed in Yan Ming's eyes.

"You don't mean," Yan Ming paused, then continued, "that other people also have this?"