The ground floor alone was larger than most city markets Kael had seen. Techniques lined the walls—scrolls, tablets, holographic displays showing demonstrations. Weapons gleamed in illuminated cases. Armor suits stood like silent sentinels.
And the prices—
Kael transferred 100,000 credits to each of his teammates without being asked. They'd figure out their own needs. His focus was elsewhere.
Tier 1 weapons. Special Grade weapons. He passed a case containing a sword that cost 180,000 credits—more than most families earned in a year. Another held a bow that could allegedly pierce Origin Realm defenses. The price tag made his eyes water.
He moved upstairs.
Clothing. Combat wear that doubled as armor—reinforced fabrics woven with mana-conductive threads, each set capable of stopping blows from cultivators two realms higher. Kael browsed the racks with the focused intensity of someone who understood the value of good equipment.
