The two turned their gazes to Wu Heng. The nail in his palm was still there. The nail that had originally been driven all the way through had now been pulled out three inches, reaching the middle position.
The sight left both of them somewhat shocked, and somewhat wry.
"Never expected the person who'd hidden himself deepest among us to be you!" Spirit Sacrifice said helplessly.
Night Rain also shook his head slightly, looking Wu Heng up and down. "I thought you were a talent before, but I never would've imagined you were this strong. This idiot, Spirit Sacrifice, even thought he could keep you in check. That's why he figured it didn't matter if he told you about the Black Coffin."
"Good thing you didn't intend to seize it by force!" He turned to Spirit Sacrifice. "Well? Learned your lesson properly this time, didn't you?"
Spirit Sacrifice awkwardly stretched his fingers. He had indeed been humbled.
Places like the Lighthouse truly were full of unforeseen developments. One had to watch one's words and actions at all times.
"You can't blame me for that. You don't know what kind of circumstances I was in when I entered the Lighthouse. After getting in, I didn't join any organization either, so all I could do was proceed cautiously, one step at a time."
"I didn't understand anything, and there was no one to teach me. One wrong move meant dying without even a burial ground. So I had to hold something back in everything I did—sometimes even two trump cards. If I hadn't, I'd have died long ago."
"Every time I entered a scenario, I wanted to keep a few tricks up my sleeve. I kept accumulating them, and when I suddenly looked back, I already had the strength I do now."