A familiar figure sat cross-legged in the shadows, meditating to heal his injuries as wisps of hot steam continuously rose from the crown of his head.
It was none other than the injured Yong Yin!
Unlike his previous evil, arrogant, and haughty demeanor, Yong Yin's body was now extremely weak, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and a few strands of white hair had even begun to sprout at his temples.
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