Wen Yu Retreats

"I calculated every possibility and still tried my best to overestimate you!"

"Yet I still underestimated you!"

"You're not merely at the pseudo-association level. You're only a hair's breadth away from becoming a true association president." Wen Yu sighed again. That single hair's breadth was like the gap between immortals and mortals, yet it was also tantalizingly close.

He could kill him, but not within the Lighthouse.

He had never intended to kill Wu Heng in Lighthouse Master Plaza, because that was impossible!

From the beginning, he had known clearly that the master of the Blood Floss Tower was already at the pseudo-association president level. Though there was still a gap between him and a true association president, Wen Yu could not kill him in an instant.

And if he could not kill him instantly, Wu Heng would have a chance to retreat into the Lighthouse.

Once Wu Heng entered the Blood Floss Tower, even an association president like him could do nothing to him.

The reason he had remained here

was merely to force Wu Heng back into the Blood Floss Tower and prevent him from leaving it.

Because last time, Wu Heng had instantly killed two tower masters of the Bright Realm, only to be stopped by Spirit Sacrifice and Night Rain, he had become a laughingstock!

Though no one dared mock an association president-level powerhouse.

Yet in the Great Radiance Association, at the Bright Realm court, and within the Great Illumination Academy on Broad Prosperity Street in Bright Capital, he always felt that people were secretly laughing at him—laughing at how two tower masters had been killed under his watch, and how he had even needed to pay compensation.

He even felt that when those students picked up his work, Treatise on Foolishness, to study it, they