Seeing Han Yu look at the token with childlike curiosity, the man behind the desk cleared his throat.
"That token proves your status as a recruit. If you lose it, you'll have to pay a hefty fine for a replacement," the man warned. "And trust me, you don't want that."
Han Yu gulped. He had already lost a copper coin just this afternoon when Xu Qing had unceremoniously dropped him from the sky. Losing an official sect token? That sounded like a nightmare.
Xu Qing gave him a knowing look. "Try not to lose it in a latrine or something."
Han Yu nearly choked on air. "Wha—who do you think I am?!"
Xu Qing smirked but said nothing.
"Remember, you have to keep it until you finish your disciple assessment. Once you pass, you will be given an official token of an Outer Court Disciple," the man explained further.
"Disciple assessment? You mean I'm not done yet?" Han Yu asked in surprise.
