In fact, Chu Bamboo even suspected that the Old Dragon's state of senile dementia was Z's doing… 'After all, it should be much easier to kill him like this than when he was in his right mind, shouldn't it?'
"But…" Chu Bamboo's brow twitched. 'There are too many holes in this story.'
'In the previous timeline, Z had a hell of a time fighting the dragon. But this time… Logically, Z's power in this timeline should be even weaker than in the last one…'
'Huh?' A realization dawned on Chu Bamboo. 'That's it. This world has the Celestial Court, so Z wasn't fighting alone… It all clicked into place! Everything made sense now.'
"…" Of course, Huo Qiming had no idea what Chu Bamboo was thinking. His expression flickered between light and shadow as he stared intently at Chu Bamboo, completely stumped.
Although he was one of the more thoughtful members of the Dragon Race—he had even been the one to devise and propose the plan to save their progenitor—that was as far as his intellect went.
