Nan Shangfeng, being accustomed to this sort of situation, was the first to walk into the inner hall. Upon seeing the fat middle-aged man seated behind the desk, he immediately spoke with a smile:
"Hehe, Elder Duan, it's been years since we last met, but you seem just as spirited as ever."
The latter's cheeks twitched at these words but he didn't expose his lie.
"Since you are an old acquaintance, just speak directly about your business. For the sake of old times, I'll help you as much as I can," Elder Duan said, glancing at the two of them with a calm demeanor.
"Elder Duan, you are straightforward. We need to make a trip to White Emperor City and would like to reserve two transmission slots from you," Nan Shangfeng said.
"Oh, it's about that, is it... Though it's not a big deal, you know the current situation. It's not so easy," Elder Duan frowned, looking very troubled.
