Ye Qingtang stood straight, her bare feet on the soft snow. Her soaked feet melted into the snow, and she tilted her head. Suddenly, she raised her sword, its jeweled tip pointed directly at the man in fine clothes surrounded by a crowd of people.,At that moment, a golden light shot down from the sky and struck Ye Qingtang who was falling.,In the depths of his eyes, a hint of emerald green flashed. "So it is..."。