"Halt!"
Mo Chen heard the shout and turned around.
"This is the entrance to Emerging Cloud Peak. If you wish to enter, you must have an Emerging Cloud Peak identification token. If you have neither a token nor a calling card or keepsake bestowed by a senior of our sect, yet still insist on forcing your way in, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Mo Chen examined the man's attire. A tightly clustered cloud pattern adorned his cuffs against a blue-green background, making it clear at a glance that he was a senior steward here.
"You misunderstand, Senior. I am one of Emerging Cloud Peak's new disciples this year and am not yet familiar with the sect's rules. My apologies for the offense. I will present my Contest Token for inspection at once."
With that, Mo Chen took out his Contest Token and offered it with both hands.
The man accepted the token Mo Chen presented and infused it with a little Dharma Power. The token glowed faintly, projecting a ghostly image of Mo Chen's face, with his information written beside it in small, neat characters.
The senior steward handed the token back to Mo Chen as he spoke. "Go on in, but remember: next time you return to the sect, take out your identification token beforehand. If you fail to learn your lesson, I'll toss you straight to the elder in charge to receive your punishment."
With that, the senior steward guarding the entrance glared at Mo Chen, flicked his sleeve, and left with a cold snort.
Mo Chen hung his identification token at his waist and went straight to the Myriad Chips Hall.
A long, dragonlike queue stretched through the hall. He obediently joined its tail and waited an incense stick's worth of time before reaching the