At the chief's office at the Lingzhou City Martial Arts Department (MAD), though Duan Tianhe was chief, he was merely serving tea here.
Of course, he was happy to do that.
Would most rank-seven martial artists even enjoy such a situation?
They certainly would go their whole lives without a chance of waiting upon so many divine-tier or Void-tier elites.
Wang He, however, taking out his own thermal flask from his Spatial Ring instead of drinking the tea that Duan Tianhe had served him.
He took a few sips before gesturing for Duan Tianhe to pour some hot water into his cup.
"How's the evacuation of the civilians in Lingzhou City going, Duan Tianhe?" he asked after Duan Tianhe did so.
