"Monthly tribute? What monthly tribute?"
Looking at the servant disciple kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear, Luo Cheng was even more surprised.
The young man looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, thin and frail. Seeing that Luo Cheng hadn't agreed, he was so anxious that he almost broke into tears, choking with emotion:
"Senior Brother Luo Cheng, please grant me a few more days! I promise I'll find a way to make up for the monthly tribute!"
Nearby, another servant disciple couldn't help but interject: "Senior Brother Luo Cheng, Junior Brother Yu's family suddenly suffered a tragedy. His village was attacked by bandits, and his mother's life is on the brink of death. That's why he sent this month's Essence Energy Pills back home. Please, Senior Brother Luo Cheng, show some mercy and give him a little more time."
Luo Cheng glanced at Zhang Lian standing nearby.
