Over in the apartment, Chu Ge heard a noise from the living room and jolted awake from his dream. The Qiu Wuji of his dream was gone.
Furious, Chu Ge snatched up the chair beside the bed and charged out.
The first thing he saw was a figure in black wandering aimlessly around the room like a sleepwalker. The man's face still bore burn marks, and Chu Ge had no trouble concluding that this was the one Qiu Wuji's lightning net had scorched.
So that water-attribute esper really did track me down. How did he find this place?
And why is he walking around in his sleep?
He turned his head. The calligraphy scroll hanging in the living room—Zhuangzi's Butterfly Dream—was giving off a faint, eerie glow.
So that's it… He's caught in the dream illusion. Who knows what he's seeing in there… Now's my chance!
Chu Ge brought the chair down squarely on his head.
With a bang, the chair burst into pieces. The man gave a pained grunt and went straight down. The dazed sleepwalking look cleared a little. Ignoring the blazing pain in his head, he rolled across the floor, dodged the kick Chu Ge aimed at him, and slammed into the edge of the treadmill.
Chu Ge stuck to him like a shadow and stamped a foot down at his belly.