The token was entirely silver-white, with the words "Mission" engraved on the front. The back was blank, waiting to record the number of kills.
"This is a Mission Token. Once you channel your own True Qi into it, it will bind to you."
Zhao Qingyun handed over the Mission Tokens.
"Thank you, Lord Zhao."
With a wave of Yin Li's hand, several Mission Tokens landed in everyone's hands.
Qin Yan took one. It felt slightly heavy in his hand, and a faint light flowed across its surface.
Following Zhao Qingyun's instructions, he sent a thread of True Qi into the token. The token trembled faintly, flashed with light, and formed a connection with him.
"Then, Lord Zhao, we'll be taking our leave."
Yin Li put away the token and spoke calmly.
"Take care, everyone."
Zhao Qingyun cupped his hands in farewell.
As Qin Yan walked back to the group, his heart was filled with emotion.
After all, Zhao Qingyun was a Seventh-Rank Grandmaster, yet Yin Li had been quite forceful during their conversation.
And still, Lord Zhao had greeted them warmly and did not dare show the slightest neglect.
Qin Yan knew that it was all because their backgrounds were sufficiently powerful.
Yin Li was the legitimate daughter of the True Emperor Clan, Huang Jiuli was a direct disciple of Phoenix Divine Mountain, while Yun Qingge and Lu Qingshan were also descendants of True Emperor Noble Clans.
Zhao Qingyun could not afford to offend them, so naturally he had to treat them with courtesy.
That was the power of background. That was the power of status.
At that moment, Qin Yan could not help thinking of his teacher—Xiao Huo.
His teacher had not even reached the seventh rank.
Maybe I'm already stronger than Teacher now, Qin Yan thought.
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