If he were really killed in his sleep, would Chu Bamboo, groggy and half-conscious, choose to reset or wake up in the Real World—
In other words, if that step wasn't necessary—if he just woke up—it meant he had made it through the night safely!
'Zhang Hai is as reliable as ever,' Chu Bamboo mused. 'So, just how powerful is he?'
'Third Realm, at a minimum? On par with that infant demon? Or maybe even higher?'
As he jogged, Chu Bamboo's gaze drifted to the side.
Someone was gradually falling into pace beside him—a fellow runner.
"Coach Yuan Qiang," Chu Bamboo said, choosing not to speed up and lose him. "You went to the trouble of finding my apartment, figuring out my running schedule, and then deliberately showing up at this exact time to 'coincidentally' run into me. That must have been quite an effort, wouldn't you say?"
Coach Yuan Qiang, mid-jog: "..."
