After securing the hundred mid-grade spirit stones, John didn't waste a single breath.
His steps were firm, filled with determination as he made his way straight to the Outer Sect Depository.
The sunlight filtered through the drifting clouds, glinting off the stone steps as he climbed them two at a time.
His heart was calm, but his mind buzzed with anticipation.
Now, with enough spirit stones in hand, he could purchase two tokens, his golden ticket into the deeper vaults of cultivation knowledge.
Each token cost fifty mid-grade stones, an amount that would make most outer disciples pale, but for John, it was an investment into his future.
He entered the token counter, a quiet chamber with white jade walls etched with golden characters denoting sect laws and pill scriptures.
Behind the carved wooden counter sat a young woman in light-blue sect robes.
Her hair was tied into a high bun, and her smile was serene, professional.
