Zhu Ju had estimated that the Immortal Tax the Bright Void Sect had to pay was equal to the sect's entire annual expenditure.
In other words,
In addition to supporting the three thousand-plus members of the Bright Void Sect, they had to support an extra three thousand people!
This was undoubtedly a heavy burden.
If it were just a matter of not receiving the Immortal Alliance's protection, many factions would probably rather not pay.
The Demon Dao was terrifying, but the Immortal Tax was even more frightening.
Unfortunately…
DONG!
DOOONG…
A resonant bell chimed.
Streaks of light soared from one mountain peak after another, following the summons of the bell toward the Immortal Alliance Marketplace.
"Martial Uncle Zhu."
Shui Qianning, who was on duty at the Marketplace, flew up to meet Zhu Ju.
"You're here. Master is below."
"Mm."
Zhu Ju nodded and asked,
"Why has the Immortal Alliance summoned us?"
"Well…" Shui Qianning's expression grew rigid.
