My disciples are all villains.

“Fifth Senior Brother is indeed in the wrong, but destroying three of his Birth Charts is too harsh! He’s a Venerable Master; one of Great Han’s pillars. He’s one of only seven Venerable Masters in Great Han. If you destroy three of his Birth Charts and prohibit him from restoring them within three days, it’s no different from killing him!”

“Zhang Xiaoruo, hurry up and kowtow to master! Admit your mistake and apologize to Mr. Third from the Evil Sky Pavilion!” Hua Yin said. As the Eldest Senior Brother, his words were thunderous at this moment.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoruo’s emotions were turbulent as well. In the past, when he made mistakes, his master would criticize and lecture him. At most, he would be punished with a cane. He truly did not expect his master to want to destroy three of his Birth Charts for a group of outsiders. He felt extremely wronged and angry. Nonetheless, he moved forward on his knees, and when he reached the edge of the step, he said, “I was wrong, master! I beg you to forgive me! Master, I know my mistakes now. Please forgive me!”

Chen Fu looked at Zhang Xiaoruo. In the past, when his body was fine, he could restrain his disciple with his strength and status. However, now that his time was almost up, who else could restrain his disciple? He did not want Autumn Dew Mountain to fall, and he did not want chaos to descend on Great Han. After all, he knew the chaos would be brought by his disciples. He did not wish for Autumn Dew Mountain to bear this eternal infamy.

Chen Fu watched quietly as Zhang Xiaoruo kowtowed and admitted his mistakes.

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly rang from the horizon outside of Autumn Dew Mountain.

“Great Saint Chen, please calm down.”

Chen Fu knew he had to handle the affairs of Great Han carefully to prevent the common people from suffering. Over the past twenty years, he had ordered his attendant to search for Lu Zhou everywhere. After painstaking efforts, he finally found Lu Zhou. In all of the nine domains, Lu Zhou was the only one who could help Autumn Dew Mountain and Great Han to get through the incoming disaster. At this time, Hua Yin said, “There’s no need to invite irrelevant people here.”

As soon as Hua Yin’s voice fell, two figures flew out from their respective flying chariots and landed in front of the training hall. Both of them were dignified-looking middle-aged men. They were both dressed in armor. The one on the left looked slightly more mature while the one on the right looked younger. The two men were almost the same size. After the two men landed, they looked around curiously, assessing the situation. When they saw the cracked floor and Zhang Xiaoruo kneeling on the ground, they bowed to Chen Fu and said, “Greetings, Saint Chen.”

Chen Fu nodded. “Wei Cheng, Su Bie.”

Wei Chen and Su Bie were the other two Venerable Masters in Great Han who were not from Autumn Dew Mountain.

After greeting Chen Fu, the duo bowed slightly at the other disciples of the Autumn Dew Mountain. Then, when they bowed at one of the disciples on the right, they called out, “Your Majesty.”

Lu Zhou looked over. He had almost forgotten that one of Chen Fu’s disciples was the emperor of Great Han.

From the beginning until the end, the emperor had kept a very low profile and did not say much. He only watched everything calmly.

“Reason?” Chen Fu asked. Initially, he had been slightly moved and hesitated to punish Zhang Xiaoruo. However, upon hearing Su Bie’s words, he lost all intentions to spare his disciple.