The courtyard was large and styled in an ancient manner, unlike a modern one, but reminiscent of an old Chinese compound.
Yan Qingxu pushed the door open and entered, just to find a young girl in her early twenties standing there with a face full of worries.
"The great ancestor is back, greetings to you," she said.
Upon seeing Yan Qingxu, the young girl quickly greeted him with respectful deference.
It was apparent that the young girl was an ordinary person, exhibiting no power fluctuations.
"Yan Qing, why the long face?"
Yan Qingxu scrutinized the young girl, Yan Qing.
"Great Ancestor, is it really true that none of us can undergo a Mutation?" Yan Qing asked, her expression forlorn, with the hint of tears at the corners of her eyes.
"This…"
Yan Qingxu was struck dumb, at a loss for words.
