Mingjue turned his head and looked directly through the courtyard at the mottled old vermilion door.
The two brass door knockers on it were still gleaming as if they had just been carefully polished, exceptionally bright and eye-catching.
However, outside the door, the copper ring held by He Qing emitted a dull and aged color, inside and outside appeared like two entirely different worlds.
The door gradually became transparent in the eyes of the two people. Mingjue furrowed his brow, "Such a strong Spiritual Power! And there are two people... How could there be such young people with such abilities in these times of scarce Spiritual Energy?"
Actually, his appearance at the moment also looked very youthful and tender, hardly older than eighteen or nineteen. Speaking the words "such young people" seemed somewhat incongruous.
