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.,Ye Qingtang slowly closed her eyes, looking back on her life, filled with countless regrets.,In the depths of his eyes, a hint of emerald green flashed. "So it is..."。