"Can I continue to live in this world in another form? Can I really do that?" Hu Yi was speechless and had no clue, so he could only be silent.
Ye Shen walked over, wanting to take the body out of Hu Yihang's hands. He had just touched the hem of his clothes when Hu Yihang brushed his hand away. "What are you doing?" Hu Yihang tightly held the body in his arms and never let go.
"If the body of the Snow-treading Realm isn't buried, then you should think of a way to properly preserve it. Otherwise, it'll rot very soon." Ye Shen did not compete with Hu Yi, but took a step back and told him the truth.
"There's no need for you to do that. I'll handle it myself, I'll handle it myself..." muttered Hu Yihang as he picked up his foot on the snow and walked out. Ye Wuhen did not stop him, only lo
