Saint Jie Yin shivered.
The Three Purities exchanged glances.
Ji Changsheng straightforwardly exclaimed, "Senior Uncle, you truly are a person of few words but fierce actions."
Saint Jie Yin defended himself, "I'm not a person."
Ji Changsheng: "..."
Saint Jie Yin continued, "Taking care of Pangu properly, and letting him create a new universe periodically, might solve all the conflicts smoothly. Making Pangu suffer a bit for everyone's happiness, what do you all think?"
Ji Changsheng laughed, "Theoretically, although Senior Uncle your idea is a bit inhumane, it indeed has practical feasibility."
"Theoretically? Changsheng, you think it's not feasible in reality?"
Saint Jie Yin naturally discerned the implication in Ji Changsheng's words.
Ji Changsheng shrugged, "Senior Uncle, Pangu is the Creator God, he cares about face, it's impossible for him to work for us for free and continuously... I estimate he would rather die."