"President Wu, can we make reservations or not? Just say something."
Seeing Wu Hao and the three elders silent, the crowd grew increasingly anxious, as if they were racing against time.
"Alas," Wu Hao sighed helplessly, "Honestly, I don't know when there will be spatial rings, so I can't accept your reservations. I'm truly sorry."
"Not even reservations are possible, and we don't know when there will be spatial rings. How long do we have to wait?"
"Yeah, we can't just wait here for nothing, can we?"
"President Wu, my son's life is in danger; he urgently needs a spatial ring to live another month. Please think of a way, President Wu."
As soon as Wu Hao said this, the whole place erupted again, and people were almost bursting with anxiety.
