"I don't have one."
"No problem," he said, still smiling. "That's normal. We can help you join a Hidden Clan and get—"
"I don't have an Exorcist ID because my master has yet to give me one. He said he will give it to me when I pass his test."
That made him pause.
"Master?"
"Yeah."
He studied me for a second, clearly thinking I was lying.
But instead of calling it out, he leaned in slightly.
"If you had a master, that's actually good news. It happens sometimes. A master dies on Cursed Spirit Hunt before issuing the disciple an Exorcist ID.
"If you can tell us their name and show proof of tutelage, this can be wrapped up quickly."
I gave a small nod.
I reached into the inventory rune of my palm, and pulled out something long and black-gold.
A replica of Ruyi Bang.
The man's eyes widened when he saw the spatial inventory.
But then, his gaze dropped to the table, and his bows furrowed.
"What are you doing with a 'fake' replica of the Monkey King's weapon?"
