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Behind the banquet hall was a garden.
In the middle of the garden stood a beautifully crafted three-story antique-style building.
People entered the building and came to a room where they saw a man lying on the bed, convulsing, his complexion dark and morbid.
What was more eerie was that despite being only in his twenties, he emanated an air of decay.
This man was none other than Yu Kaiping's only son, Yu Chenglong.
"Chenglong!"
Yu Kaiping rushed over, calling out anxiously, but Yu Chenglong gave no response, as if he had already lost consciousness.
"Master Qi, please take action quickly."
Qi Dingjiang glanced at Zhou Yu and snorted coldly before approaching Yu Chenglong.
Without so much as an examination, he directly took out a pack of silver needles from his bosom.
Acupuncture?
Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes, watching carefully.
He saw Qi Dingjiang take out the silver needles and insert seven of them into Yu Chenglong's arm.
