"This... this... how is it possible? The causality on those three brats is so immense that not even a fragment can be discerned?!"
On the ground covered with fallen leaves, a faint, cold wind whistles past, threading through the towering and dense forest.
The woman's face was as pale as a sheet, devoid of any semblance of color, her expression filled with astonishment.
This sudden turn of events had exceeded Ye Qing Xian's expectations. At that moment, her heart even unavoidably rose with a touch of fear.
She originally thought this was a trivial matter, who expected that she almost lost her life in this.
Ye Qing Xian felt as though her entire field of vision had suddenly been filled with a thick fog she had never encountered before. It concealed everything from the time immemorial, obstructing the future, making her previously clear path become filled with the unknown.
"Who exactly are those three brats, and why do they have such a profound causality on them?!"