Gao Ziyue's delicate hand rested on the dark metal doorknob, her slender fingers wrapping around the chill of the ancient bronze.
The exact moment her fingertips touched the smooth, polished surface, an invisible ripple flowed through her body like a gentle breeze, a vibration that began at her core and spread to every extremity.
There was no burst of light nor any flashy manifestation, nothing that could attract the attention of accidental onlookers.
The transformation happened in complete silence, as subtle as a mist changing the landscape at dawn, as natural as water adapting to the shape of its container.
A thin layer of spiritual energy enveloped her figure like a liquid veil, distorting the perception of anyone who looked at her.
Her long black hair, intertwined with delicate silver strands that shone like threads of moonlight, gradually began to change color, darkening until it became an ordinary shade of brown, dull and lifeless.
