"Who said I didn't have a Primordial Hall Token?"
Qin Buhui's eyes flickered slightly as he cast a half-smiling glance at the richly dressed young man. Then, unhurriedly, he took an ancient token from his Storage Ring.
The front of the token was engraved with the two characters "Primordial Hall," while its back bore a profound pattern of the revolving stars of the heavens, faint radiance flowing across it.
"This is my Primordial Hall Token." Qin Buhui gently placed the token on the stone platform before the registration elder.
A faint light flashed across the stone platform, and the words "Primordial Hall" on the token suddenly lit up, resonating with it.
A trace of surprise flashed through the Primordial Hall elder's eyes as he sized Qin Buhui up once more.
The token was genuine. It could not be faked.
This fellow had a token, yet he could have taken it out earlier!
"Qin Buhui, Heavenly Dao Immortal Sect..."
The elder searched a map for quite a while but could not find any faction called the Heavenly Dao Immortal Sect. Shaking his head, he registered Qin Buhui's name.
When it was Ah Hu's turn, he grew nervous again, looking awkwardly at Qin Buhui before glancing at the elder.
Qin Buhui gestured for him to state his information.
"I... I'm Ah Hu. I'm from... Little Wilderness Mountain."
Ah Hu spoke softly. This was the name his clan chief grandfather had told him their homeland was called in the outside world.
"Little Wilderness Mountain?"
The elder frowned and searched for a long time before finally finding the place name in an extremely remote corner, marked as an uncivilized land with scant spiritual energy.
He looked up at Ah Hu's simple, even rustic appearance, then at his empty hands.
"Where is your Primordial Hall