"A small matter?"
Old Yao took the pipe from his mouth, glanced at the Great Diviner beside him, and snorted with displeasure, "Even the smallest accident, multiplied by a large enough number, can become a great catastrophe. A dike a thousand miles long can collapse from an ant hole—isn't that the point? Imagine if everyone in the world threw a grain of rice at you, how deep do you think you'd be buried?"
Professor Yi calculated seriously for a moment.
"Assuming there are twenty thousand grains of rice in a pound, then ten billion people would mean fifty thousand pounds," he nodded slightly. "Looking at it this way... that's indeed a bit suffocating for an ordinary child."
