"Friend Wang, it has been a while."
The cultivator surnamed Yan happily initiated a salutation.
Although Wang Ba was somewhat disappointed, he quickly adjusted.
A smile surfaced on his face: "Friend Yan, have you come to exchange for spirit chickens this time? It's been quite a while since you last came over..."
At those words, a shade of embarrassment abruptly spread over the beaming face of the cultivator surnamed Yan. He hesitated, "Actually... I came here hoping to ask for a favor."
"A favor?"
Wang Ba was somewhat puzzled and paused for a moment. However, considering that this was an old customer, he courteously responded:
"Friend Yan, please go ahead and say what kind of favor you want. However, please know that I am just a small cultivator who raises chickens, and my capacity is limited. Please don't hold it against me if I can't lend the help you need."
"Don't mention it, you are too modest."
