This is just a powerful and neurotic old lunatic. Yang Yan didn't want to stay any longer.
"I can't bind your freedom."
The old Daoist suddenly said with a serious expression.
Then with a wave of his right hand, a small object suddenly shot towards Yang Yan, finally stopping precisely in front of him.
"This is the Identity Token of a core disciple of the Star-Picking Palace. Just drip a drop of blood on it, and you can leave!"
Why does everyone want to give me a token?
Yang Yan complained in his heart.
Even Zi Xu Old Demon at least gave a badass-looking Demon Emperor Token, and you, this crazy Daoist, give a disciple's token. What's that about?
Isn't this an insult!
Though unwilling, Yang Yan could only think about it internally.
Isn't it just a token? I'll take it; it's no big deal!
Leaving quickly is what matters.
Therefore, Yang Yan went along with it, letting a drop of blood seep from his middle finger and casually dropping it onto the token.
