"Chen Hao, I'm tired, carry me on your back!"
Amidst the snowy, icy wilderness, Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body's weak and plaintive plea echoed.
She trailed slowly behind Chen Hao, drooping like a wilted vegetable.
Seeing Chen Hao continuously ignoring her, she suddenly shouted at him, "You jerk, don't you have any pity for the fairer sex at all!"
Finally, Chen Hao stopped, then turned to look at Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body. "If you're tired, just rest inside the Nether Acupoint."
"No good!" Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body shook her head, "If I go in, you'll be walking this desolate place all alone, how pitiful."
"Can't you just use a covert signal to chat with me?"
"But that would still leave me uneasy."
Chen Hao's expression darkened and he said, "Do you want to go in or not? If not, just walk."