The Panic in the Imperial Capital

"Shouldn't you give the Godly Temple of the Wildlands a compensation?"

Bu Fang, who was lying on the chair, simply rolled his eyes at Elder Sun's arrogant words. He blanked out when he heard that Elder Sun was there to demand compensation for the people in the Godly Temple of the Wildlands.

"Why should I give the Godly Temple of the Wildlands a compensation?" Bu Fang lazily stretched himself out on the chair. He looked at Elder Sun calmly as he asked his question.

Hearing Bu Fang's response, Elder Sun's eyes narrowed. The armored guards beside him trembled when they saw that Bu Fang didn't care about Elder Sun at all.

"Owner Bu... This is Elder Sun from the Godly Temple of the Wildlands. He is an eighth grade War-God," one of the guards introduced the man to him.