The sage was determined to die.

Only then did Wang Zhixuan take a proper look at the person in front of him.

"Why did you...?"

Wang Zhixuan immediately regretted his words, smiling knowing he had spoken out of turn, but there was no joy in his eyes: "Was it a guess, or did someone tell you?"

The two of them weren't speaking loudly, but they weren't deliberately trying to lower their voices either, so the two people around Ji Bai could still hear them.

When they heard Ji Bai utter the name Bai Yujing, both Gongsun Yang and Yan Ming froze, looking at the young boy in disbelief.

Even more unbelievable was Ji Bai's nonchalant expression.

"Is that hard to guess?"

Ji Bai shrugged and said jokingly, "The only people who would dare to bully others in the Book Mountain are either fools or members of the five great families."

"Few people know who I am, yet dare to offend me."

Wang Zhixuan believes his smile is very gentle, but it always feels fake. He commented:

"you're good."

Ji Bai waved his hand dismissively.

He casually took a couple of steps, first lightly kicking the "bench worker" and "fruit peeler" on the ground twice, chasing them away.

He then turned to Wang Zhixuan, about to continue his outburst, but before he could speak, Yan Ming grabbed his arm and whispered, "That's enough, he's from Bai Yujing."

Ji Bai rolled his eyes.

He criticized Yan Ming, saying, "I was just joking. You actually believed he was one of Bai Yujing's men?"

Yan Ming was taken aback for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ji Bai looked at Wang Zhixuan again and said in a very direct tone, "I now possess a high-grade literary heart. Can you take it?"

"Apologize to me with top-grade literary talent?" Wang Zhixuan replied, seemingly ignoring the question. "It's not that I can't accept it."

Ji Bai, as if he'd heard a joke, slapped Yan Ming hard on the back and said indirectly, "You're as cowardly as a mouse, aren't you? Think about it, when those aristocratic families came to us to buy Wenxin, what kind of faces did they have? Were they as friendly as him?"

Wang Zhixuan never imagined that he would be associated with the word "harmony" in his life.

After being reminded by Ji Bai's friendly suggestion, Yan Ming also recalled the imperial demeanor when the envoys of the five great families visited various states.

Ji Bai continued to coax him, "So what if this kid is from Baiyujing? When have you ever seen a direct descendant of one of the five great families come to Shushan to find Wenxin? Can those high and mighty Celestial Dragons be compared to us commoners?"

Ji Bai often spouts incomprehensible nonsense, and although Yan Ming doesn't understand what's wrong with him, he's gotten somewhat used to it.

Gongsun Yang remained tense, but Yan Ming had somewhat fallen into Ji Bai's linguistic trap.

Wang Zhixuan's face darkened. Although the person in front of him was speaking to Yan Ming, it was undoubtedly a veiled insult directed at him.

He quickly matched the names of the geniuses from various countries, but he still couldn't match Ji Bai's face.

This person just pops up out of nowhere.

Wang Zhixuan was still a teenager after all, and even though he tried to suppress his anger, he couldn't hide his restlessness.

The clever Ji Bai came up with an analogy that even Yan Ming could understand, and said, "His family's entourage isn't even as grand as mine. Even if he really is from Bai Yujing, so what? You and I are both from Qi. Can we be compared?"

Yan Ming immediately gave Ji Bai an elbow strike, which was blocked by the latter.

"What do you mean?" Yan Ming retorted. "I also have literary talent, no less than yours."

"Yes, yes, at least you still have Wenxin."

Ji Bai raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy whose face had turned quite red with anger, and said vaguely, "He doesn't even have literary talent, how can he compare to you?"

Yan Ming felt strangely relieved.

This one-sided humiliation was not over. Wang Zhixuan did not speak again, but his glare at Ji Bai was sharp enough to kill.

Ji Bai was naturally not afraid of this kind of child. Seeing that Yan Ming didn't respond to him, he could only sigh and say:

"What kind of life would you have in Baiyujing? You wouldn't even be able to become a top-grade literary talent."

Wang Zhixuan sneered, raised his right hand and flicked his neck, about to take out something, but was quickly stopped by Gongsun Yang, who had been observing for a long time.

Gongsun Yang took a breath. Just a moment ago, he had clearly felt the killing intent emanating from this young man.

Although the main target is Ji Bai, it's inevitable that they'll be shot at as well.

Wang Zhixuan looked coldly at the hand that was grabbing him, and pulled it back as if he had been touched by a fly.

He didn't make any further moves, seemingly forcibly tolerating Ji Bai's humiliation.

Gongsun Yang's heart pounded. He knew perfectly well that Ji Bai's words might fool Yan Ming, but of course they wouldn't fool anyone else.

This young man is definitely not simple.

Gongsun Yang felt a little regretful. As a Jinshi from a small country, he couldn't afford to offend even ordinary large countries, let alone the high and mighty Bai Yujing.

Even a single grain of sand falling from Bai Yujing could become a mountain that crushes him at any moment.

So he turned his head away, trying to hide his face, while frantically winking at Ji Bai, hinting that the other party should say something nice to make amends.

The clever Ji Bai naturally understood the implication.

He shrugged off Yan Ming and walked up to Wang Zhixuan, who was half a head shorter than him, teasing him like a child: "Didn't you just want to kill me? Why didn't you do it?"

Before the other party could answer, Ji Bai shook his head nonchalantly, looking quite unserious, but what he said truly chilled Wang Zhixuan to the bone.

"Did you come to this mountain of books alone, or did you escape from it?"

Ji Bai nodded and answered his own question: "Whether you're traveling alone or running away, it means you do have something to rely on, but your status in the family is very low, right?"

Wang Zhixuan narrowed his eyes and looked at him. "Who told you all this?"

"Can't I just deduce it using my brilliant brain?"

Ji Bai replied politely, continuing, "Judging from your appearance, you're probably not only of low status but have also offended someone. How will they deal with you? Will they refuse to give you a literary heart, or will they arrange a low-grade literary heart that you can't accept?"

Ji Bai spoke in a calm tone, as if he had just bought a rotten cabbage at the market, yet it suddenly made the other person's heart beat faster.

"So you can only come to the mountain of books to venture out and find a noble literary heart on your own."

Wang Zhixuan didn't understand what Ji Bai meant by "reasoning".

But what the other person said undoubtedly struck at the very spot he wanted to hide.

"You're very smart," Wang Zhixuan said threateningly, placing his hand on her neck again. "It's a pity that smart people often die young."

"That's pretty good."

Ji Bai still had that annoying expression, and said with a regretful tone, "It's a real pity you can't do it."