The architecture of the Jiangdu Divine Doctor Sect was ancient, evoking a sense of the great river of time.
There were already seven or eight people in the hall, mostly high-ranking members of the Jiangdu Divine Doctor Sect. Lord Qi of Qitian Gate sat resolutely in the center, with another Vice Sect Leader beside him, along with several elders who managed the sect's affairs.
Looking out from the door along the hall, those inside could clearly see a young girl with a limp, slowly pushing a wheelchair towards them.
The young person sitting in the wheelchair was indeed very young. He didn't look particularly handsome, but he had a unique and firm appearance, the sort whose face wasn't initially striking but became increasingly appealing and charismatic the more one looked.
If there was anything especially notable, it was the young man's eyes, which always looked straightforward, calm to a surprising degree, even carrying an air of transcendence.
