In everyone's impression, Ye Yin had always been the one to walk a unique path all alone.
He had no friends, no close relatives, and from skin to bone, he was an old man whose time seemed to be running out at any moment.
But… after the bloodbath washed away, the human body that was revealed actually had a full head of black hair.
A pair of sparkling eyes, shrewd and penetrating.
Skin as clear as jade, even finer than a woman's.
What's more exaggerated, the hunched back remembered by all, had completely disappeared.
Now, Ye Yin stood with a back straight as a bear, shoulders broad as a tiger, legs long as a leopard— where was there even a trace of his old shabbiness? He completely resembled a young man of sixteen who had just come of age, in the prime of his youth, possessing an unlimited future and potential.
"I… have restored my young appearance?"
