The sage was determined to die.

Ji Bai is not blind.

Before he even arrived, he noticed Ji Ying standing to the side.

He hadn't expected to run into him here, but he calmly hid the borrowed compass in his sleeve, his gaze sweeping over him steadily, as if he didn't recognize him at all.

They didn't even have the intention of saying hello.

Ji Bai considered himself a top-notch actor, but little did he know that this acquaintance, whom he wasn't very close to, was even better at playing the role of invisible than he was.

Ji Ying raised an eyebrow without making a sound, silently said three words to Ji Bai, and then took a few steps back, intentionally distancing herself from their dispute.

Ji Bai was a smart man; he recognized what had happened almost immediately. He glanced discreetly at the two still-bleeding figures, lowered his head slightly, looked at the boy again, and repeated:

"Aren't you leaving, you little dwarf?"

No one has ever dared to comment on Wang Zhixuan like this.

Surprisingly, he didn't immediately show anger. A storm was brewing in his dark eyes, and he spoke almost calmly: "Do you know the consequences of humiliating me?"

Ji Bai stuck out his little finger and picked at his ear, asking curiously, "What happened?"

Just as Wang Zhixuan was about to speak, another noise came from behind.

Yan Ming shouted "Make way!" as he squeezed through from behind. By then, Ji Ying had disappeared, and all he could see was Ji Bai confronting a child.

Yan Ming couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

Ji Bai confidently declared that he would give everyone a hard time as soon as he appeared. He thought Ji Bai was going to fight between the states of Chen and Chu, but he didn't expect him to be bullying children here.

With a sense of anticipation, he recalled the task Ji Bai had assigned him: to use all his strength to draw hatred to him. He certainly couldn't let this opportunity pass, and immediately said, "Do you know who our boss is? He told you to get lost, and you dared not?"

Wang Zhixuan's gaze then fell upon this unremarkable background figure.

The look in his eyes, as if he were staring at a dead man, inexplicably made Yan Ming feel a little uneasy.

"interesting."

Only then did Wang Zhixuan notice the difference in their group. He raised an eyebrow and turned to Ji Bai, saying, "There are indeed weaker groups in the Book Mountain that gather together, but do you think that having more people guarantees obtaining top-grade literary essence?"

Ji Bai was still pondering the three words Ji Ying had reminded him of when he looked at the young man with interest and said a beat late, "Really? But I already have a superior-grade literary heart."

Wang Zhixuan: "..."

"Ha, do you really think we're a gathering of beggars?"

Following the script written by Ji Bai, a scholar spoke up in a dry, loud voice: "Our leader already possesses a superior-grade literary heart; he came to Wuli Bi this time to obtain a second one!"

The man blushed slightly after speaking, but the next shill immediately retorted:

"But isn't it difficult to obtain a second Wenxin?"

"Hilarious, the boss has probably given away countless Wenxin (a type of virtual gift) already."

The man, handpicked by Ji Bai as a mouthpiece, responded loudly: "How can anyone else compare to our boss?"

"Shut up!"

Ji Bai seemed very angry, glaring at his underling whose name he couldn't remember: "How are you supposed to make a weak-willed person like me think when you tell such a truth?"

"It was my fault." The man finally realized his slip of the tongue and slowly covered his mouth.

At this moment, Chen Ji, who had been quiet for a long time, turned even darker.

"Sigh, it's all because I'm too good."

Ji Bai showed no shame whatsoever, and even looked at Wang Zhixuan with a slight smile.

"Hey, young man, why are you so quiet?"

Ji Bai whispered in his ear, "Shouldn't you reveal your identity as a member of the Bai Yujing collateral branch to intimidate people?"