Celestial Token

"You know what this is right?" The old man taunted flipping the coin between his fingers, "I can tell by your faces that you know... its a celestial sect token, I have my no interest in it but like I said I'm willing to trade."

"Why," Master Po questioned against every instinct. "That coins priceless?"

"It's simple, they must accept who ever holds this token. Your sons garbage and I don't want to help them." The old man flicked the coin over and spoke harshly; "Now, give me my slave!"

Master Po nearly jumped at the coin, hands trembling as he inspected its every ridge. "It's real!" He cried, "cut that useless thing loose and follow me quickly boys!" With out hesitating Master Po and his son ran off.

Atom bitter and still bloody began to stack up the items on the old mans table, hands trembling in anger.

"What are you doing?" The old man asked.

"Packing your things." Atom replied respectively, getting down on both knees to bow.

"Child I'll say this once, that celestial sect will turn that boy into a slave given is weak root." The old man looked the kneeling child over, "my black earth and sky sect is not weak, that family insulted me so I fed their son to the tigers. You are no longer a slave, your free. You can do what you want but this old man thinks you'd make a fine apprentice."

Atom trembled looking at the old man, "I'm free?"