After a moment of hesitation, Steward Zhou finally made up his mind.
'It's just taking a look. If this kid dares to deceive me, I have dozens of ways to make Ye Xuan regret ever opening his mouth.'
"Haha, do you think I, Steward Zhou, lack the courage to even take a look? I'd like to see just what it is you're holding that could supposedly bring me a fatal disaster."
Steward Zhou sneered and stepped forward, his eyes filled with disdain as he casually glanced at the object Ye Xuan was holding.
One look, and his eyes flew wide in horror.
"This... this..."
His mouth fell open, his face a mask of terror.
The anger in his heart was instantly extinguished, as if doused by a bucket of cold water.
The disdainful curl of his lips vanished without a trace.
In that instant, his back broke out in a cold sweat.
In Ye Xuan's hand was a Token. It was simple, even plain in design, but in Steward Zhou's eyes, it was more terrifying than anything he had ever seen.
