Indeed, it's a unique local custom, just as the two gatekeepers introduced.
The young man was full of style, and Fu Qian didn't insist; he just watched the upright little figure depart into the distance.
Even the clothes were thoroughly proper, simple yet dignified.
The only pity was that there was no distinctive emblem to help imagine more about that "Lonely King."
Of course, it wasn't entirely fruitless. As the copper Rattle Bell rang out, Fu Qian discovered a crisscrossed mark in the palm gripping it.
Due to palm size, the scale was proportionately smaller, but the color was equally vibrant red.
Does it mean everyone here is a winner of the group interview?
With this guess, Fu Qian glanced around once more, feeling the atmosphere had become lively.
And certainly, the most crucial point was that the intersected mark was evidently different from his, raising suspicions that this was a unique identity code.
