No one would care, Ye Qingtang, whether she lived or died.,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 this moment, Ye You and the others were already too preoccupied to care about anything else. They frantically fled back along the path they had come from.。