92 The Terrified Delivery Man

The moment that Shuhang had opened his eyes, he couldn't help but groan out loud and complained to no one in particular.

"Ugh... about damn time the dream ended. Sigh, it seems I'll need to go pick up little Yinzu one of these days, huh."

As he finally decided to get up though, Shuhang finally noticed where he was. On a bed and even nicely tugged in as well. (Strange... why am I getting a bad feeling all of a sudden? Something's amiss... and seems very familiar. Almost as if this has happened before...?) he thought as he went down the stairs to the living room. And finally, the kitchen in order to start the day by making breakfast. This time, he decided to challenge himself by cooking with 'high class' ingredients rather than only with the mortal tier ingredients like last time.

As for the 'morning rituals' that normal people do every morning...? He's already stopped doing such things since half a year ago already. Heck, if Shuhang really wanted to, he wouldn't even need to eat anything... let alone cook at that.

In any case, the moment Shuhang set foot in the living room, he was met with a very brightly smiling face of Venerable White. He even gave Shuhang a morning greeting as per usual. There doesn't seem to be aaaanything wrong with that and yet... suddenly frowned and hazarded a guess.

"Ah White.... Say. Be truthful with me. You didn't break your promise with me right? You know, the one about [not disassembling things when Shuhang is forcefully in a sleep induced state]?"

White: "Uhm...