The sage was determined to die.

"You're not really planning to not pay it back, are you?"

Someone holding the fruit, despite clearly being in the right, asked a somewhat probing question.

At this moment, Ji Bai is nothing short of a scoundrel.

He didn't even bother to pretend. He clasped his hands behind his head and leaned lazily against the tree, not caring that they were prickly. He said in a pretentious tone, "I just won't pay back the money, so what can you do about it?"

He's got that arrogant attitude again.

Having already won Wenxin's heart, Yan Ming considered himself to be on a completely different level from others. Ji Bai's complete disregard for him made him feel even more humiliated.

"Ji Bai, think carefully about your situation. You've been separated from the Qi army for so long, do you really think we'll still protect you now?"

Yan Ming straightened his chest, glanced at Ji Bai with some disdain, and cursed him inwardly for being pretentious.

Although Ji Bai tried to cover it up, how could Yan Ming not notice Ji Bai's pale face? According to the old lady, Ji Bai had not yet won Wen Xin's heart.

Not winning Wenxin means being inferior to him.

Ji Bai bent his long legs and used the leverage to stand up from the ground. He seemed to be really weak, coughing a few times after taking a few steps.

The Qi group, however, were not intimidated by Ji Bai. As he approached Yan Ming, a wicked smile suddenly crept onto his fair face. Ji Bai sized Yan Ming up and down, then nodded slightly.

"Yan Ming, you've won Wen Xin's heart."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement of certainty.

Yan Ming's heart suddenly began to pound.

Ji Bai sniffed the air, then looked at the others and said with disappointment, "You guys are more pitiful; you don't even have a single Wenxin."

The group exchanged glances, about to retort, "You don't have any either," when Ji Bai spoke up nonchalantly:

"After all, we've taken your money, so it's really not fair to just give you some fruit."

The others were confused, but Yan Ming instinctively felt that Ji Bai wouldn't be so kind. He saw the other man's gaze fall on him again, and he said maliciously:

Consider this message a bonus.

"The literary talent gained from the mountain of books can be shared." Ji Bai paused, "I know a way."

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze fell on Yan Ming.

Among all the people of Qi, only Yan Ming possessed literary talent.

This naturally separates Yan Ming from the others.

Yan Ming's bad feeling came true.

He cursed inwardly, knowing that running into Ji Baizhun was never going to end well.

Yan Ming couldn't help but take a step back, stubbornly saying, "Ji Bai, what's wrong with you? If such a good thing really happened, how could you know about it?"

Ji Bai shrugged innocently and explained, "Just telling the truth, you know Chen Ji from Chen State, right? He lost the Wenxin he acquired here."

Ji Bai stood to the side with his arms crossed, tilted his head knowingly, and said, "Given your personalities, since you didn't come in at the beginning of the literary competition, you must have been hiding outside for a long time."

"Didn't you notice that Chen Ji was extremely weak when he went out?"

The people from Qi looked at each other, and after Ji Bai mentioned it, they did recall this detail.

It turns out that Chen Ji was not only injured when he left the forest, but also lost Wenxin.

"wrong."

Yan Ming retorted, "The examiner who brought us in clearly stated that Chen Ji almost obtained a second Wenxin here!"

Ji Bai stared at Chen Ji, and after a moment he suddenly let out two cold laughs.

"Because she's trying to trick you into coming in, you idiots."