With the Silver-Winged Flying Ant's wings, Zhou Wen flew directly above the lotus pond to battle the blood-colored Buddha Heart Lotus. Although he died plenty of times, it wasn't without return.
Zhou Wen was rather familiar with the few moves available to the blood-colored Buddha Heart Lotus—knowledge he had gained from repeated deaths. Although he was temporarily unable to slay it, he knew of a way to kill it. He just wasn't powerful enough; thus, preventing him from actualizing his strategies.
"Zhou Wen, quickly get up. It's great that we matriculated early. Otherwise, we would have missed a great show." Li Xuan called him on the phone early in the morning.
"What great show?" Zhou Wen put down the phone and stretched before asking.
