Descendants of the ancient races (1)

"So who would be getting evaluated between the two of you?" Yang Qing asked once the pleasantries were out of the way. His eyes shined with interest as he eyed the two elderly twins.

Both Feng Jiao and Feng Lei seemed a bit hesitant at first, a few seconds passed by before they firmed themselves and answered back.

"Judge Yang Qing, we hope you can evaluate both of us, but if it's not allowed then only I will be getting the evaluation," Feng Jiao the silver-eyed brother, who was also the sect master, replied back.

Although he tried to portray a look of calmness, inwardly he was extremely tense which revealed itself through his tightly clenched hand and the small beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead.

"Well, it's not against the rules to have you both evaluated," Yang Qing calmly answered back, which came as a relief to the two brothers.