I wasn't sure whether the style of the government in this world was always like this, or if the Tributor was just eager to rid himself of Feng Xue and Old Li, the two "plagues." In any case, it only took half an hour for two travel documents to be delivered into their hands.
The so-called travel documents were actually palm-sized bamboo slips, inscribed with a script similar to Clerical Script detailing simple information like facial features and height. Below this, there was a "Sect" character—I couldn't tell if it referred to the Grandmaster Realm or something else entirely. On the back of the bamboo slip was a refined imprint that looked as though it had been seared in with an iron at high temperature, probably serving a dual function as an official seal and anti-forgery measure.
"What's next?" Asked Feng Xue, playing with the travel document in her hand, looking at Old Li with a somewhat mocking expression.
