Beneath the imperial city, there were no old friends who could still be called master and disciple.
“Master Sheng, these dark clouds blocking out the sun, do you think they mean the sovereign has lost his virtue and is keeping the truth from reaching those above?”
“Not necessarily. A sovereign is a sovereign, and the order between ruler and subject, above and below, must not be thrown into chaos. A master and disciple are like father and son. Their positions must not be confused.”
“Then what if I want to throw them into chaos?”
