"So, Mr. Faisal, I wanted to ask if someone used the Ether Tower three days ago?"
The old man hesitated for a moment before picking up his glasses and said: "Wait a moment, I need to check it."
Fang Hong, seeing his demeanor, couldn't help but feel curious: "Why? Are there a lot of people using the Ether Tower?"
"Not really," the old gentleman shook his head as he adjusted the glasses on his nose: "If my memory serves me right, only one group has used it recently."
Fang Hong's jaw dropped, suddenly feeling that this matter seemed unreliable—he asked dazedly: "Then why do you need to check?"
The other person lifted his head, gazing at him over the top of the glasses with a somewhat disdainful shake of his head: "Young man, you're still too hasty. What do you know? This is called being responsible. Of course, I could tell you the answer from memory, but do you think memory is dependable?"
