"You make it sound so simple, young man..."
The Artifice Sage, whose true age was unknown, fell into thought. His projection paced back and forth on the Eight Trigrams Disc, frowning as if pondering something.
After a moment of internal debate, he sighed and looked up at Su Zhou. "To be honest, this is an absolute boon for me. My Electronic Netherworld is in desperate need of practical subjects, and for once, I have the moral high ground, so no one else will stand in my way."
With that, the Saint, whose external projection was that of a middle-aged man, waved his hand. "But most of these souls aren't Zhengguo people, are they? It doesn't really matter, but I still have to file an application with United International and the Central Committee, and I must ask the souls themselves if they are willing."
