Qinghe sat on the ground, rubbing her face against the Snow Wolf's large head, soft, warm, and incredibly comfortable.
After playing with the little ones for a while, she stroked their fur and, looking up at the expanse of the blue sky, she whispered softly, "Little guy, I'm in trouble now, it's different from before, this time the opponent is pretty strong. Uh, well, extremely strong. Once the people of the Immortal Lands find out that the Soul Devouring Knife is in my hands, I guess I'm going to be like a juicy piece of meat, with everyone wanting to take a bite."
"Awoo." As if sensing Qinghe's dejection, the Snow Wolf tenderly placed its head on her shoulder and gently nuzzled her neck, as if comforting her and silently giving her strength.