In a moment of daze, when Wang Zijia regained his senses, he had come to a rather small room, with his surroundings seeming somewhat illusory.
He sat before a giant round table, where people kept popping up at twelve positions. In a blink, twelve vague figures had appeared, one by one.
'Is this like the random room assignment model of online games, or the nature of online video chats?' Wang Zijia mused as people subconsciously looked around. One of them, realizing that they sat in a different position from the others, said, "Since I am the host of the room, I will start."
The rest kept silent, and Wang Zijia, still somewhat dazed, didn't make a sound either.
Seeing this, the figure said, "Magic Soldier Treatment, all within the first-grade range."
Another figure, upon hearing this, immediately asked, "Long-term supply?"
"Yes!"
"Approximately how much can you provide each time?"
"Less than ten pieces of advanced magical weapons each time, all fine!"
"What's the price?"
