Lin Yin, who was slowly recovering consciousness, opened his bright and clear eyes.,His gaze suddenly fell upon a somewhat blurry bronze mirror. The mirror reflected a slender and handsome young man, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. However, his face appeared quite haggard and pale. Even through the mirror, one could see his weakness and lack of vitality.,At this moment, Mengwu found himself powerless, slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the shattered potion beneath his feet. Before him stood a gorgeously dressed attendant, but her face was as sharp and cold as it could be.。