Ji Zikong stood up, gazing out the window into the night sky, and said ethereally, "In today's world, the potential of spiritual martial power is only sufficient for one person to transcend the limits of the heavens and achieve the highest. Even so, there is no certainty of victory against the celestial demons."
"In the end, there are just too many martial masters in the world. You grab a little, I grab a little, and the remaining resources are divided up, leaving no one satisfied."
"In my view, it would be better if there were half as many martial masters."
Chu Yuanfu, standing by, shuddered at these cold words.
He promptly said, "Your Majesty, we've just gone through a pacification meeting. To continue at this rate might incite a civil uprising, endangering the state."
"I know," Ji Zikong said nonchalantly, "That's why I need a knife to do this bit by bit for me."
