Alone, Entering the Icefield Again

Xiao Yun looked at the two of them, his gaze calm. "Do you need my help with the soul rings?"

Shui Yuntian's body stiffened slightly, then she shook her head. "No need. Brother Feng and I can hunt the Soul Beasts ourselves."

Feng Wuhen nodded as well. "Lord Earl already saved our lives. We can't rely on you for everything. We'll think of a way ourselves for the soul rings."

Xiao Yun was just about to speak when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Shui Wuya rushed in, his expression both anxious and helpless.

He walked up to Shui Yuntian and Feng Wuhen, then dropped to his knees with a thud, knocking his forehead heavily against the floor.

"Aunt! Uncle Feng! Stop trying to act tough!" His voice carried a sob. "In your current state, you can't even leave town. How are you supposed to hunt Soul Beasts? If something happens again, how am I supposed to answer to Ruo Yan? How am I supposed to answer to the Feng Family?"

Shui Yuntian's expression turned somewhat ugly. "Wuya, get up. What are you doing?"

"I'm not getting up!" Shui Wuya raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed. "Uncle, how many years have you been stuck at level seventy-nine? You finally broke through to level eighty, finally got a chance to attack the Soul Douluo realm. Are you really going to give up just because you failed once? Your bodies can't withstand another trip into the ice plains, and your Soul Power can't withstand it either. As you are now, even if you encounter a suitable Soul Beast, you won't be able to beat it."

Shui Yuntian opened her mouth, wanting to retort, only to find she had nothing to say.

Because what Shui Wuya said was right. In their current condition,