Zhang Yang arrived before a courtyard, knocked on the door, and shouted inside, "Hey, open up! I'm here to collect the water bill!"
The True Immortal inside the courtyard shuddered at the sound of knocking.
Those two fish had truly scared them out of their wits.
Now that they heard Zhang Yang's voice, the True Immortal grew worried again.
The creditor had come knocking.
"Which faction are you from?" Zhang Yang crashed through the courtyard gate and entered. "Lying at a time like this is courting death. So tell me the truth!"
"I serve the Heaven-Burning Immortal Emperor... but we are not from Flame Mountain. We are a faction affiliated with Flame Mountain. Please, for Flame Mountain's sake, spare this old man!" the True Immortal pleaded fearfully.
This fellow had even released monsters to devour people. They felt there was nothing Zhang Yang would not dare to do.
Thus, all they could do now was beg for mercy.
Zhang Yang took out a notebook and wrote it down. "Fine, I've noted it. I can spare you, but you'll have to suffer a little inconvenience for a while... Come on, go in and stay there... Don't worry, the others will be joining you too!"
He controlled the grand formation, opened the Formation Space, and gestured for the True Immortal to enter.
The True Immortal looked at the Formation Space, then at Zhang Yang's expression. With a sigh, he stepped into the Formation Space.
Refusing to enter meant certain death, while entering still offered a chance of survival. The choice was self-evident.
"Hey, open up! I'm here to collect the sanitation fee!" Zhang Yang knocked on the next courtyard's door, smashed open the gate, and entered. "Which faction are you from... Fine, I've written it all down. Now please go inside..."
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