Zhuang Bufei smiled at that moment. "Lord Wang Wu, you are now the master of the Frost Domain. Please resolve our first problem: the Spirit Tax due to the Spirit Tax Department in ten years. We still have a massive shortfall. Due to interference and sabotage from hostile forces, we have not had a single bit of income in the past fifty-five years."
"Wait, I'm supposed to resolve it? Then what have you all been doing for the past fifty-five years?"
Wang Wu was astonished.
"Are you joking, my lord? We would never dare disobey Master's orders. She said you were the boss—if you did not take the lead, how could we dare do anything? There is more bad news, too. Reliable intelligence indicates that they really have hired several Wandering Grand Unity cultivators to assassinate us. So during this time, we have truly been trembling in our boots, not daring to take even one step outside Qingshuang City."
Looking at the grinning Lu Tong, Zhuang Bufei, Feng Muhan, and Qu Shenglian, Wang Wu finally became certain. This really did seem like Frost Lord's style of arrangement.
"Fine. Then let's get to work immediately. Who will tell me what this Spirit Tax is? What resources make it up?"
"Yes!"
Lu Tong solemnly cupped his fists before saying in a grave voice, "The Spirit Tax is the foundation that keeps the Hidden Origin Society operating normally. It is also the foundation that ensures the Hidden Origin Society always possesses vigorous vitality, the ability to inspect and correct itself, and the ability to self-correct."
"So although the Seven Domains of the Hidden Origin Society are constantly embroiled in disputes and each has its own conflicts, they have always maintained a consensus on this matter. The Spirit Tax must be paid, and it