Demons eating people is just like people eating meat. Don't tell me you all prefer something stringy and shriveled? Naturally, it's the juicy and chewy ones that make a good dish."
The tall and thin monk clasped his hands together, chuckling strangely:
"Can the numerous thugs from the Fishery and Wood Market, plus their relatives, amount to a thousand people? One tenth from the Inner City, roughly two thousand, right? There are many martial arts halls in the Outer City; choose some practitioners.
Roughly enough to tally five thousand, that should be enough; for the rest, pick casually.
You martial arts masters helping so much, just need to pick ten apprentices to go through the motions, how about that?"
The tall and thin monk was confident, if not for the Demon King about to emerge needing to offer a celebratory sacrifice quickly, he wouldn't have spoken so kindly.
Mu Chun gritted his teeth and said:
"Selling off one's disciples to seek survival, I'm absolutely not..."
