Young Man: "..."
He glared at Chuzheng.
Chuzheng looked back at him with a stern face.
What are you looking at!
Just filing a complaint!
What's the problem!
I did pay my taxes!
The Ghost Envoy took out a notebook, swiftly wrote something down, tore it out, and handed it to the Young Man, "This is the compensation payment. Please go to the Underworld Office to pay it as soon as possible. A late fee will be charged if it's overdue."
Chuzheng: "..."
Damn it!
Is the Underworld Office always this upscale and classy?
"Do the two Heavenly Masters have any other business?"
The Young Man holding the notice, looked at Chuzheng and the Ghost Envoy in confusion.
Something's not right here!!
He sought help from the Old Taoist Priest, "Master..."
"Let's go." The Old Taoist Priest gave Xia Han a deep look and led the unwilling Young Man away.
