"If they're this valuable now," Han Yu thought, "then using them carelessly could draw attention. I'll have to be careful how I handle the ones I have."
He slipped his token back into his sleeve, deciding he had gathered enough information for one day. His eighty thousand merit points suddenly seemed more valuable than before, but also more complicated. The sect's economy was alive, fluid, and likely designed to favor the powerful.
Han Yu gave the price boards one last glance before turning toward the exit. The faint crimson light followed him as he walked, casting long shadows across the polished floor.
"Eighty thousand points," he murmured quietly to himself. "In a place like this, that might not make me rich… but it'll keep me alive."
