Zi Luan and Wang Ping exchanged a glance, and Zi Luan asked, "What is it you want?"
Wu Fu replied, "Security!"
"If you want security, staying out of Zhongzhou's affairs would be the safest course of action."
"I can't go into seclusion. The solitude would drive me mad."
"..."
"What makes you think we're safe here?" Wang Ping asked curiously. He didn't even think he'd be able to stay out of trouble in the future.
"If I can't stay in the south, I can always flee to Hu Mountain Country or the Southeast Islands."
Wu Fu's answer was surprising, yet logical.
Zi Luan let out a hearty laugh upon hearing this, but Wang Ping remained silent. He thought about the Daoist Scripture Hall's records on Wu Fu. 'This man has killed countless people, yet he's never committed any truly great evil. Nearly all his victims were heinous villains, and there are only two recorded instances of him killing the wrong person.'
"You might be a better fit for the Northwest," Wang Ping suggested.
