C579 The First to Strike First

Ye Qingcheng held onto a parasol tree and panted heavily, her face pale.

She looked behind with lingering fear and silently muttered, "After leaving that place, I will not encounter the same thing again!"

However, when she turned around, she saw an old woman in a black cloak.

The old lady held the crystal ball in her hand and looked at Ye Qingcheng with a smile. "Your fate cannot be changed