The Mirror of Barren Truth was surprisingly big. It was nearly a meter tall and half a meter wide. The mirror itself was smaller than that as a thick, golden frame made up a third of the entire thing.
At a glance, the mirror looked normal, but using his Demon Eyes, Alex could see the fine lines that were barely visible across the mirror itself.
Qi lines.
He held the mirror, not as heavy as he had expected, and felt the energy inside of it. There was barely any at all.
He was fascinated by the marvelous design and the talent that went into making such a thing. The auctioneer hadn't mentioned who had made this, and that was clear from looking at it too.
It was such an old item that barely anyone would've remembered who made it. It was even possible that this thing had lasted longer than many of the sects in the Eastern Continent.
