The melodious, low voice was ripped apart by the raging wind. The man slowly crouched down, his long and handsome fingers reaching towards the gushing wound. wisps of breath constantly flowed from Ye Qingtang's wound, dotting the man's palm, condensing into a half-bright heart.,But just as it was about to solidify, the energy suddenly dissipated. The heart that had just begun to coalesce scattered like a scattering of stars, falling around Ye Qingtang in an instant and disappearing without a trace.,The next second, the man's finger suddenly tapped on Ye Qingtang's brow. A golden ray quietly melted into Ye Qingtang's brow...。