A cold wind howled, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering. It painted a scene of carnage amidst the swirling snow. A young man, wielding a sharp blade and possessing an alluring visage, stared down at the enemy sprawled on the ground. His eyes, as cold as autumn water, held no trace of emotion.,No one would care, Ye Qingtang, whether she lived or died.,At that moment, a golden light shot down from the sky and struck Ye Qingtang who was falling.。