Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Wang Yan stopped and turned to look at the man, asking, "Tell me, who are you?"
The middle-aged man answered honestly, "I am the Door God of this stone chamber."
"So, you are like us, an existence of the Object Spirit," said Xiaoshui and Little Mars.
Wang Yan nodded and said, "It is said that with time, an object can develop spirit; you two are spirits of fire and water, while he is the spirit of the chamber door."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man gave a bitter smile and said, "Although my cultivation is low and I'm unable to comprehend much, you two are heavenly spirits, whereas I am merely an ordinary door spirit, worlds apart from you."
Xiaoshui said, "There is no hierarchy among Object Spirits; we all share the same origin. I ask you, who is the significant person buried here?"
