Yang Chen's face, still bearing traces of bloodstains, remained pale, but his eyes gradually cleared. There was a faint smile lingering on his lips, as if he were in a rather good mood.
Lowering his head to gaze at the golden silk poison dagger in his chest, Yang Chen chuckled lightly. Gripping it firmly, he withdrew it effortlessly, tossing it aside into a corner where the Nine-Tailed White Fox stood, creating a crisp clang as it collided with the metal and wooden floorboards.
As the dagger was pulled out, there was no sign of blood spraying from Yang Chen's chest. He shook his head, then proceeded to remove his coat and innerwear, baring his upper body. Nonchalantly, he discarded the bloodstained garments to the side.
At that moment, everyone could see clearly: the wound in Yang Chen's chest, pierced by two sharp blades, had completely healed!!!
