"Which rat is this? End it yourself now and you can at least keep your body intact. Otherwise, the Ten-Thousand Nether Sect will ensure not a single bone of yours remains!"
Faced with the endless stream of curses and insults from all around, Yong Yin merely smiled—a soft, mocking, and contemptuous smile.
Having lived for over a thousand years, he was not angered in the least by the abuses of these small fry; instead, he found them rather amusing.
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