Ergouzi was quite straightforward, not speaking a single superfluous word; having these people come over was just to collect money.
Take the money and leave, it's that simple.
"Uh... could we first meet our respective disciples?"
"The Sect Master had a few reminders to convey, hoping Lord Beast God wouldn't mind!"
The cultivators looked at each other, perplexed by the figure on the throne; it was the first time they'd encountered such a direct demand for money.
It felt somewhat off, and they hadn't seen any trace of their disciples along the way. Perhaps the city was too vast to find them, but without seeing them personally, they felt uneasy.
"Your disciples are working within my city's bounds, no need to worry. The taxes collected will be placed before the hall, you may retreat if you wish. If you wish to stay within the city, feel free to do so."
Ergouzi's stern and solemn voice carried no emotion as it spoke.