At this moment, Zhuang Bufei laughed and said, "Lord Wang Wu, now that you are the Lord of the Frost Domain, please solve our first problem, which is the spirit tax that will be due in ten years. We have a large shortfall because, due to enemy interference and sabotage, we haven't had any income for the past fifty-five years."
"Wait, I'm supposed to solve it? So you've done nothing for fifty-five years?"
Wang Wu was very surprised.
"Are you kidding me, sir? We would never disobey our master's orders. You're the boss; if you don't take the lead, how could we do anything? Besides, there are a few pieces of bad news. There is credible intelligence suggesting that the opponent has hired some Wandering Taiyi to assassinate us, so we've been trembling with fear and haven't dared to step out of Cyan Frost City."
