It was expected that the long-standing reputation of the Blue Heaven Province, known for its lackluster talent, would inevitably lead to disdain, even from the otherwise innocent elders.
Their cold treatment towards Xiao Ming's group, who had bypassed the usual rigorous screening process as members of the Sect Meet, was undeniable.
"Here are your tokens..." The elder, who had been casting a disdainful gaze at them, suddenly waved his hand with a dismissive gesture.
Suspended in the air above Xiao Ming and the others were bright silver plaques, each glowing with a soft azure light.
At the center of each plaque, their names were inscribed boldly. Xiao Ming's name was clearly marked, as were those of the others.
For a moment, they simply stared at the plaques, feeling that they were just ordinary items—mere tokens, which could be easily replicated.
The idea that these simple objects would hold any true value was hard to grasp.
