No wonder the voice sounded so familiar; it turned out to be Wan Quan.
The way he shouted, it was as if I owed him fifteen kilograms of rice from a decade ago and had yet to repay it.
With such a raging demeanor, what puzzled Yang Zhen most was that he hadn't even knocked on the door to collect rent, yet this old fellow Wan Quan had come knocking as if he was ready to accuse and blame.
Does he think the Shangyuan Sect is a soft persimmon, to be casually squeezed whenever he pleases?
Seeing the Great Elder Gou Shengtian holding a sword with a look of desperate frustration, Yang Zhen sighed and hurriedly grabbed him, asking, "Great Elder, what's all this about?"
It seemed the Great Elder had indeed suffered greatly these past days, not only having to worry about the Shangyuan Sect's troubles but also having to deal with nuisances like Wan Quan. He looked so furious as if ready to fight to the death.
