The sage was determined to die.

After tidying himself up, Chen Ji returned to his previous state.

After losing the precious Wenxin, which was not a good match for him, his mind returned to calm.

After remaining silent for a while, Chen Ji, who had finished performing a silent play all by himself, suddenly spoke up: "Something's not right."

The others who heard this were completely confused. They had not participated in the final assessment, so they naturally did not understand what Chen Ji meant.

However, since Chen Ji had spoken, someone immediately followed up with, "Has something happened?"

Chen Ji frowned, his gaze fixed on the puppet forest, and asked softly, "Is this person really an examiner?"

The others looked completely bewildered.

If they weren't examiners, then what could they be?

However, Ji Bai, the examiner, was indeed somewhat strange, and could even be said to be completely different from the other examiners.

As a member of the Chen family, even in his most out-of-control moments, Chen Ji never let himself be blinded and did anything outrageous. Now, after being doused with cold water and losing Wenxin, his mind has actually calmed down.

Thinking about it carefully, many things are quite strange.

"If they're not examiners, what else could they be?"

Chen Ji deliberately avoided thinking about that possibility, but the more he tried to avoid it, the more that terrifying possibility took root in his mind.

"He couldn't possibly be, and shouldn't be, a person from another country," Chen Ji repeated. "Impossible. No one can be so at ease amidst a mountain of books."

After giving himself a series of positive self-talks, Chen Ji felt much more relaxed.

"Let's go."

Chen Ji waved his hand and said irritably, "Go find a few Qi people to kill and vent your anger."

……

At the same time, Granny Tan stared blankly at the two Wenxin in Ji Bai's hand.

She suppressed her greed, looking at Ji Bai with suspicion and wariness. After much deliberation, she finally asked directly, "How did this thing end up with you?"

Although Ji Bai could have hidden Wen Xin, he did not.

Having failed to give Wenxin away and instead receiving a free gift, he looked somewhat dejected. He said, "Would you believe me if I said he gave it to me?"

The mother-in-law gave a cold laugh, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Okay." Ji Bai lied without changing his expression, "Actually, I stole it."

"That's more like it."

The old woman's tone lowered slightly, her voice hesitant and awkward: "Look, you have two..."

Ji Bai understood the other party's subtext. He calmly put Wenxin away, leaned against the shade of a tree, hiding half of his face in the shadow, and said, "If you want Wenxin, it's not impossible."

The old woman's face suddenly lit up with hope as she talked to him, and her breathing quickened.

For test takers, the desire is to find literary inspiration amidst the sea of ​​books.

For the examiners, like the "heart-to-heart talker," the desire was to leave the mountain of books.

Ji Bai understood the other person's thoughts. He shook his head slightly, a hint of regret in his voice: "Do you know how I obtained this Wenxin?"

The old woman shook her head. She wasn't stupid; she naturally recognized that Ji Bai had stolen a candidate's literary heart.

Ji Bai frowned slightly, his expression suggesting he was recalling something: "This literary heart had a very low compatibility with that examinee, almost bursting his body. If it weren't for..."

The old woman interrupted, saying, "If you get burst, you'll just die, right? What does it matter if you die? Wenxin won't get sick."

Ji Bai, whose spellcasting was forcibly interrupted, said: "...Of course not, I'm a good person."

The mother-in-law was instantly disgusted by the two "good people's" horrified expressions.

"Don't interrupt me."

Ji Bai continued, "Then I realized that if you got Wenxin, you would definitely die..."