'I don't have so much free time…'
Lu Zhou asked, "Is that all?"
"I don't want anything else but that," Chen Fu said.
"You really live up to your status a Saint," Lu Zhou said, emphasizing the word 'saint', "In any case, you still have your ten disciples to rely on."
Chen Fu sighed. "My wicked disciples only know how to fight for fame and gain. Their visions are different from mine. If I let them go, the world will only be more chaotic."
"Without chaos, how can there be peace?" Lu Zhou said, "Everything in the world has its own rules. After your death, the world will naturally change and rearrange itself to adapt to your absence. With the ten disciples of the Autumn Dew Mountain at the core, a new balance will emerge. A forced peace isn't real peace; there'll be a day when it shatters. At that time, it'd be even more chaotic."
Chen Fu remained silent.
