Conflict

A few days later.

Cloud Street!

They were continuing with their peaceful lives.

Lin Fan stood at the entrance of the shop and did some stretches. His life was indeed carefree but he was thinking of how to make his life more meaningful.

"Life is like a dream. The riches and fame won't matter as we approach death. We'll still end up as a pile of mud."

In the shop, everyone was talking amongst themselves but when they heard Lin Fan's words, they gradually became silent.

Fraud Tian was shocked. "You're so young but so pessimistic, are you thinking of leaving home?"

Zhao Zhongyang asked in disbelief, "Master, you're not much older than me. Your words are a little frightening."

Even Wu Tianhe raised his head and looked stunned.

Lin Fan smiled. "No, I was just lamenting. I was just thinking about things and I thought I am capable of doing something more meaningful with my life."

Fraud Tian asked, "What meaningful things?"