There was no question about it. The Celestial Token was real.
Manager Swanson's expression turned grave, his mind reeling with shock. Every holder of a Celestial Token was someone of extraordinary status, the kind of person even the White Emperor Apothecary would never dare offend. Yet the young man before him looked barely thirty. How could he possibly have one?
No. This wasn't the time to wonder about that. This customer was far above his pay grade. When a Celestial Token holder visited, Sister Ruby, the owner behind the White Emperor Apothecary, had to receive them personally. If she found out such a Valued Guest had been kept waiting this long, his position as manager would be finished.
The thought sent him into a near panic. Without bothering to explain, he blurted, "Please wait on
