Wang Quan sat upright high in the sky:
He cast a spell, releasing one [Dharma Eye] after another to survey his surroundings and observe every direction.
Crack!
Under the [Flagellator]'s diligent whipping, the evils dug out the foundations.
Crack!
They made adobe bricks and built the foundations.
Crack!
Layer upon layer of adobe walls rose.
But still, no army of evils came.
Even the fake Reincarnation Kings running wild across the sky stopped coming.
Who knew whether the sun had scorched them to death, or... they were not in this direction.
Two hours...
One day...
Three days...
The first floor of the tower was completed.
When this floor was finished, many evils knelt on the ground and wept with joy. "We're free! We finally don't have to work anymore!"
Wang Quan looked at the [Flagellator].
The [Flagellator] blinked those clear eyes, utterly bewildered.
Wang Quan sighed. "From now on, when I look at you and you don't understand what I mean, just grab a few natives at random and whip them for a while."
"Think while you whip them."
"Once you've figured it out, go do it."
"Oh!"
The [Flagellator] grabbed the whip and lashed that group of evils furiously.
The evils rolled all over the ground in pain. "Stop hitting us! We'll work!"
The [Flagellator] blinked those big, clear eyes, watched the native evils resume their work, and suddenly smiled. "Master, I've understood!"
Wang Quan parted the clouds and looked down. "What have you understood?"
The [Flagellator] said happily, "When in doubt, give them a whipping."
"If you're still in doubt, whip them again!"
"There's nothing a whipping can't solve. If there is, give them another one."
Wang Quan's expression changed drastically, and he sucked in a cold breath. "Good grief, you've actually become a philosopher?"
"Truly terrifying beyond