Partly A Disciple

It was expected that this sort of long known concept about the Blue Heaven Province's bad talent raising would unwillingly yield disdain from even these innocent elders towards Xiao Ming's group who painfully were not going through any rigorous processing again as members from the Sect Meet.

"Here are your tokens…' the elder who looked at them with disdain waved his hand all of a sudden.

In the suspended air above Xiao Ming and the other's view were bright silver plaques that were glowing with an azure light on the center where there was the character of everyone's names in bold.

Xiao Ming had his own name written clearly at the center and so did the others.

For a moment, they felt they were just holding ordinary plaques and wondered what possible use this item could be when it was simply a plaque…one that could be easily recreated.

"Bind it with a drop of your blood essence…" the elder's authoritative voice could be heard in the ears of the five.