The Upper Cultivator continued to send messages: "Act immediately! How much money do you have in your pocket? How much loss can you incur by burning it all? Or should I do it instead?"
"Do you not want to work anymore? Then I'll immediately transfer you to another position. How about the 18th underground floor?"
Upon hearing these words, Wan Wuyi's heart sank. He had to spend his own savings to pay overtime wages to the employees, compelling them to work overtime.
Feeling the Immortal Coins rapidly leaving his possession and flowing into the employees' hands, only to be extracted by "paid overtime" and dispersed throughout the sect like a drop of water into the sea, disappearing in an instant, Wan Wuyi felt as if his heart was bleeding.
"Beast! Zhang Yu, that beast!"
Watching his savings continually evaporate, Wan Wuyi grew even more anxious and immediately descended into the Inner Wall Small Realm.
