"Show me your tier seven collections."
The words seemed to still the air. The attendants paused mid-motion, their eyes flickering faintly as if processing the request. Xiana-1's flawless expression did not change, yet her voice carried a subtle weight when she spoke.
"Sir Ambrose, your status as a Grand Magus and Apothecary Master is acknowledged. However, tier seven artifacts cannot be casually displayed. To access them, one must meet an additional requirement."
Emery's brow rose slightly. He had anticipated as much. Tier seven artifacts were not mere treasures—they were world-defying creations.
"What requirement?" he asked evenly.
"You require to show an artifact of equivalent tier," she replied, "or demonstrate financial capacity of no less than one billion spirit stones."
A wry smile touched Emery's lips.
