"We're entering the city."
As they were speaking, the bus once again entered a city.
Unsure which city it was—after all, every Asian city looked pretty much the same—but from his observations, Yang Jian could confirm this was a normal world, with nothing bizarre about the surroundings.
If they could stop here, indeed they might be able to escape the predicament.
However, the bus stops were unpredictable, seemingly random as if determined by whim.
"Why are you looking at me? Still thinking about how to deal with me?" Xu Feng noticed that Yang Jian had been sizing him up, as though harboring ulterior motives.
