The Yin Master's hair was disheveled, his complexion sinister and unsightly, his expression ferocious like a wild beast gone mad. He stared fixedly at the Ghost Doctor, his eyes bloodshot and terrifyingly ominous. He was filled with hatred and unwilling to accept defeat. Thirty years of scheming, thirty years of laying dormant, all for today's supreme rule over the world—yet he hadn't anticipated that all his plans would be thwarted by the Ghost Doctor.
"Very well, old ghost, you've hidden yourself deep enough, indeed very deep. After all, it turns out you are the biggest hypocrite," the Yin Master laughed bitterly in his rage.
The Ghost Doctor looked calmly at the Yin Master and said, "For the sake of the people of this world, what does this little hypocrisy matter? Yin Master, you have lost. Surrender now and I will grant you a swift end."
