The breath was invisible, and the dropping of a needle could be heard.
No one had ever seen this scene, and no one had anticipated it either.
In fact, this silence didn't suddenly arrive at the end, it began the moment the young man touched the small mirror.
As the mirror reflected into the pupil of the boy's eye, the jade texture began to flow, yet it showed no inclination to change color. It was neither clear nor yellow, giving no response at all.
In a moment of curiosity and bewilderment, Sui Zaihua's sudden stance was striking and noticeable.
Even in the government discussions, few people had seen the old man's astonished look, let alone one of this intensity. Fortunately, the next moment, his expression eased slightly, although still gazing in admiration, it was at least an appropriate demeanor for a Shaolong high-ranking official.
After all, the mirror didn't remain unchanged. It seemed to pause briefly before entering a normal state.