Little Lingxu Peak, the main building, inside a room.
Han Yi sat upright with a somewhat tense expression.
Sitting in front of him was a youth in his early forties.
The youth's face was slightly fatigued, and his eyes were densely covered with bloodshot veins. He was clearly not in good shape.
Han Yi took a deep breath without trying to be tactful, instead speaking to the point:
"Brother Zhou, I've come here for the quota."
The young man sitting in front of him was surnamed Zhou, named Zhou Xiong, and he was the closed-door disciple of Little Lingxu Peak's master, Fan Mo.
Zhou Xiong's face relaxed when he heard this.
"Let me be clear, there are not many quotas, and the price has gone up quite high. You need to be prepared."
"Also, I can only guarantee that having a quota means you have a chance, but it is not 100% successful to avoid it."
"You need to know this."
"Of course, don't worry. If you can't avoid it and you're really chosen, half the price will be refunded."
