It was about dusk.
The gate of the small courtyard was knocked on.
The attendant Asaka opened the door. Two Scripture Officers walked in, nodding first, "Sorry for the disturbance. We are here under the helm's orders to verify the tickets and identities of all passengers on the Flying Ship. We hope you can understand."
Fan Wubing cooperated and laid out three tickets, "These are the tickets for the three of us."
One Scripture Officer stepped forward while the other stood at the back, looking very serious and intensely focused on the three of them. Fan Wubing could feel it; he even activated his major and minor meridians.
This was a sign of readiness to strike.
Was ticket verification supposed to be this serious?
The officer responsible for verification picked up the three tickets and pressed them onto a palm-sized square wooden plaque, then aligned the plaque with their faces.
A gentle light appeared on the plaque, gradually converging to reveal the words, "Ticket Matches."
