Ye You, who was named by Ye Qingtang, frowned slightly, her eyes full of disdain. In her eyes, Ye Qingtang was nothing more than a struggling ant on the verge of death, not even worthy of her mercy.,Amidst the raging wind and trembling mountains, Ye Qingtang, who was resting in the harbor, fell into the abyss with a shattered boulder.,In the depths of his eyes, a hint of emerald green flashed. "So it is..."。