Owen Bertram walked with head high towards the tower gates. A spiritual light surged up like a fog, touched the golden token in his hand, and automatically opened a gap to let him in.
The first layer of the tower immediately lit up with light the size of a bean. From the shadows came a violent cough, and a hunchbacked man with disheveled hair, shrouded in a cotton robe, slowly walked out and irately called out, "It's the middle of the night, does one not get to sleep?"
"I apologize for disturbing you, elder." Owen Bertram gave a salute. He was unable to determine the cultivation level of the hunchbacked elder, which made him secretly alert. The depths of the general government seemed far more profound than he had imagined.
The hunchbacked man reached out, and the golden token that was originally in Owen's hand flew toward him. The elder carefully checked it and nodded, "Go up by yourself. Be light-footed as you go, so you don't disturb my rest."
