Zi Wei slightly raised her eyes. Her pale and exquisite face bore a pair of profound eyes, which swept across the tens of thousands of people gathered hundreds of meters away. Every single person there stared intently at Yi Bu, with an almost greedy gaze.,He was a handsome, breathtaking man, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. He stood motionless by Ye Qingtang's body, gazing at the gaping hole that had been ripped open, the faint breath slowly dissipating from the wound.,The next second, the man's finger suddenly tapped on Ye Qingtang's brow. A golden ray quietly melted into Ye Qingtang's brow...。