In order to prove his identity, the young man produced a token from his own family residence.
It wasn't a bronze badge, but a piece of iron with patterns engraved on it.
Gu Jiao had not been here for long, and most of her contacts were fellow villagers. She had little interaction with powerful households, but she knew well that such tokens were strictly regulated in Zhan Country.
Typically, influential families could only use wooden tokens. Above that were fishbone tokens, and only officials could use iron ones.
However, an iron token of an official carried the emblem of the official government of Zhan country, which this token clearly didn't have.
So there was only one possibility: the other party was not an official, but his status could possibly be even higher than an official's.
"Jiaojiao?" Little Jingkong looked quizzically at Gu Jiao. He was young and evidently didn't understand the situation.