Julian smiled warmly, joining his palms together. "Oh yes, right. Thank you for reminding me. Let's go."
Without hesitation, he walked forward, bypassing the entire line.
Many disciples in line turned to glare at him instinctively — but seeing the guard in sect uniform trailing respectfully behind him and remembering the earlier drama, none dared to open their mouths.
At the registration table, a man in scholarly robes, wearing round glasses, stood waiting.
The moment Julian approached, the man's expression brightened, and he bowed deeply.
"Brother, what can I do for you?" the man said respectfully.
Julian returned a light smile and replied, Brother, I have something I wish to sell."
He reached into his robe and pulled out a small jar.
Inside the jar, something golden glowed and swirled, almost alive, like liquid sunlight trapped in glass.
The moment the jar was exposed, a blinding flash burst through the hall.
