At that moment, the crowd gathered at the top of Lingyun Cliff immediately surrounded Ye Qingtang's position.,At that moment, a golden light shot down from the sky and struck Ye Qingtang who was falling.,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.。