C1776 Fate Is Hard to Predict

On the clear surface of the lake, LEE Qingyi floated like a fairy, quietly standing at the center of the water, her chest stained with blood, looking at Yang Ping with a complicated gaze.

Yang Ping sighed in her heart. As expected of a prophet that even Zhang Bagua had set her eyes on, LEE Qingyi was still able to avoid fatal injuries from the Six Paths of Samsara, otherwise