With two bottles of Force-Forging Pills and a specially made white Demon Suppression Bureau uniform, Su Xinghe happily came down from the third floor.
If only he had a private room, he would have changed into it immediately.
Back on the first floor of the hall, he found a door bearing a sign that read "Steward's Office."
He knocked softly.
Only after a dozen breaths did he hear footsteps shuffling inside.
The man who opened the door was a middle-aged steward in white robes, his face expressionless. He held a book he had read more than halfway through and looked irritated at being disturbed.
Without any pleasantries, he simply stood inside the doorway and held out a hand.
"Hand over your token. Tell me what you want!"
His expression was cold and his tone flat, with a faint trace of impatient urgency.
Seeing this, Su Xinghe wasted no words either. He took the token from inside his robes and handed it over.
"Do you have any Bone-Forging Pills?"
The middle-aged steward shook his head.
"For low-grade pills like those, just buy them at the Martial Dao Bureau!"
He spoke with a frown.
Judging by his reaction, the Demon Suppression Bureau probably did not stock low-grade pills. Su Xinghe changed his request.
"Then exchange everything for Force-Forging Pills."
The steward behind the door took the token, and an obscure fluctuation rippled from his body.
Anyone who handled business requiring them to read tokens was clearly a Martial Warrior who had cultivated a Mental Secret Art.
"Recommended by the Commander himself..."
He muttered to himself, only then raising his head to give Su Xinghe a proper look.
But it was only a single glance, with no further reaction.
"Wait here!"
The door closed again.
At the last moment, the book in his