Braydon Neal stood before the seven-story building, observing the two experts clad in golden armor.
A level four transcendent opened the door. This was clearly meant as a show of power.
"Yes," the golden-armored expert on the left said calmly, "to enter the posthouse, you need to pay a hundred gray stones."
"Alright."
Braydon raised his hand, producing a hundred transcendence stones.
The expert let him through without issue, though a flicker of doubt crossed his gaze.
He couldn't quite sense Braydon's cultivation level.
Either this young man was stronger than he appeared, or he was using something to conceal his aura.
But, it wasn't his place to ask.
Braydon entered the posthouse pavilion, knowing it to be the most bustling spot in the universe's relay station.
This was where transcendent experts traversing the universe came to exchange items, information, and take on missions.
He entered the first level.
