Sun Wutian tilted his head and looked at Fang Che. The fellow wore the solemn, serious expression of a philosopher deep in thought, his eyes shining with wisdom.
He could not help asking, "What are you thinking about?"
"How can we kill ten billion people?" Fang Che blurted out. "Given the grim situation in the Sole True Sect's society, even killing ten billion would only ease it temporarily."
"What do you mean, ease it temporarily? You want to kill ten billion?"
Sun Wutian's face twisted, and his eyeballs nearly popped out.
"Grandmaster, look. So many people are unemployed. How pitiful is that? With so many people competing for a single job, if I slaughtered everyone currently employed—say, ten billion of them—wouldn't that achieve great unity under Heaven, with everyone having a job? What a peaceful and harmonious society that would be."
Fang Che said, "That would be the ideal state for the Sole True Sect to endure through the ages."
"Uh... uh-uh..."
Just imagining the scene made Sun Wutian shudder all over. He bared his teeth. "If you kill ten billion of the employed, what Sole True Sect will be left? Is there anything in that melon of yours besides killing people? The interviews are about to begin. Get down there and start working."
"It's not time yet."
Fang Che said, "Although dawn has come, there's still an hour before the Main Trial Hall opens for business."
Sun Wutian said, "Then I'm going back to rest."
"Don't, don't..."
Fang Che grabbed him, grinning apologetically and lowering himself. "I still need Grandmaster's help. With so many people, how can we finish interviewing them all in one day? We'll have to trouble Grandmaster to use spatial power... Set up eighty or a hundred interview stations directly and start them all at once.