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At first, there was a faint mist rising from the top of his head. Then, all the pores on his skin opened up, and strands of mist began to be expelled from those pores.

The mist was a faint pink color, and it smelled faintly fishy. That was because it was not fog. The cold night blood and the impurities refined by Zuo Feng were slowly being squeezed out of the body