Supreme Yang Spiritual Vein

Nan Shangfeng, familiar as if he were returning home, took the lead into the inner hall. Seeing a fat middle-aged man seated behind a desk inside, he immediately said with a smile:

"Hehe, Elder Duan, it has been many years since we last met, yet your bearing remains as splendid as ever."

At those words, the fat on the latter's cheeks twitched, but he did not expose Nan Shangfeng's lie.

"Since you are an old acquaintance, speak plainly if you have business. For the sake of our past friendship, if I can handle it, I certainly will," Elder Duan said flatly, sweeping his gaze over the two of them.

"Elder Duan is indeed forthright. The two of us are planning a trip to White Emperor City and would like to reserve two teleportation slots through you," Nan Shangfeng said.

"Oh, so that is what this is about... It is not a major matter, but... you know the current situation. This is not easy to arrange." Elder Duan furrowed his brow, looking deeply troubled.

"Elder Duan, we are all old acquaintances. Naturally, we would not put you in a difficult position." As Nan Shangfeng spoke, he took out a storage pouch, placed it on the desk, and lightly patted it.

Elder Duan coughed twice, a faint smile appearing on his face as he raised a hand and pressed it over the storage pouch.

After a brief inspection, his eyes lit up. Clearly satisfied with what Nan Shangfeng had given him, he slowly put it away, then took out two teleportation tokens and placed them on the table.

"You two, I am helping you entirely out of consideration for our old friendship. In a few days, when the time comes, be sure to arrive on time. Do not miss your slot. By