a small mark that identified the bearer as the Young Sect Leader. It held no obvious spiritual power. Its value was not in its materials but in the authority attached to it. If Qiao Zhi needed to speak with a sect representative, arrange a safe place to stay, or request help on Mount Hua's behalf, the token would establish who she was.
"You may use this when it is necessary," Xan Min said. "But do not expect the token to make people respect you. Some will respect Mount Hua. Some will not. Some will see it and assume you are inexperienced. Let them think what they like. You do not need to win every argument about your status. If someone judges you by the size of our sect instead of your actions, remember that their opinion is not a measure of your worth."
Qiao Zhi took the token with both hands and bowed. "I understand. I will represent Mount Hua with honour."
"And you will return safely."
"I will do my best."
Xan Min held her gaze. "That is not the same as promising to return."
