Fang Zheng issued his ultimatum, and as expected, the idiots of the Floating Island Civilization did not disappoint him. Two days later, when the Old Sage came to Fang Zheng once more, the situation had changed again.
"So, only twenty percent of the people are willing to migrate to the new world, is that right?"
Fang Zheng sat on the sofa, smiling as he gazed at the Old Sage in front of him, who nodded in response.
"Yes, Master Star God, perhaps you are not aware, but each floating island is an independent kingdom. While our Winged Guard has always been protecting these floating islands, we also receive funding from them, so we don't have the authority to demand and command them..."
"That's your problem."
However, before the Old Sage could finish his words, Fang Zheng interrupted.
"Alright, go tell those guys, I'll give them three days. After three days, I will cut off all energy supplies to the floating islands."
"What?"
Upon hearing this, the Old Sage was taken aback.
