"What is that token?"
Even Grey was surprised when he saw the expressions of the cultivators suddenly change. The moment the attendants caught sight of the token in the young girl's hand, their previously indifferent attitudes vanished, replaced by obvious respect as they immediately began attending to the two of them.
The people waiting in the queue behind them were equally stunned.
Gasps and cries of disbelief quickly erupted from the crowd.
"What?!"
"No way! Why are you attending to them first? We've been waiting here for so long!"
"What kind of token is that?"
"Why are they being given priority?"
"Even cultivators have to follow the rules here! How can they just cut the entire line?"
Similar complaints rang out one after another, the voices growing increasingly indignant.
Grey, however, paid little attention to them. He simply turned his head and looked at the young girl beside him.
"Why is your token causing such an uproar?" Grey asked calmly.
