Lu Yulong stood expressionlessly at the center of the ruins, coldly gazing at the arrogant figure on the sofa.
There was no trace of past friendship, only the piercing scrutiny like an ice pick, and undisguised murderous intent.
"If only I had known..." a chilling thought surged in Lu Yulong's heart.
If time could be turned back, he would not have simply expelled this beast from his mentorship.
Lu Yulong would have personally destroyed Wei Feng's martial arts and broken his legs at the first sign of unrest.
He would make him crawl through the mud like a real stray dog, never to rise again!
Regret only lies in the lapse of judgment years ago, considering the false ties of master and disciple, not being ruthless enough, giving this ungrateful wolf the chance to retaliate.
It led to today's tragedy with Guanghai and Guangchen hanging helplessly from the high tower.
Thinking of the two bloodied nephews and his own son at the top of the tower, Lu Yulong's chest burned like fire.
