Chen Ajiu is in the snow.
This realization made Chen Tuan incredibly excited.
"Ajiu, Chen Ajiu, are you here?"
In this frozen world, how could a living person be buried under the ice and snow without being either dead or crippled?
"Cough, cough, cough."
Just when Chen Tuan was about to tell Tang Rao they couldn't find anyone, a coughing sound came from underground.
It worked.
Chen Tuan's desire to leave was halted.
"Ajiu?"
Chen Tuan used his hands, and a wave of heat surged forth.
With his foot as the center, the surrounding ice melted at a visible speed.
Chen Tuan smoothly fell underground.
Chen Tuan looked around, wondering how the Corpse Emperor managed to create such a huge structure.
"Ajiu, are you alright?"
With the Corpse Emperor's death, Chen Ajiu's Divine Sense returned, and she naturally knew who the man standing in front of her was.
"Fuyao, is it really you?"
Seeing Chen Tuan as soon as she was clear-headed, Chen Ajiu was overjoyed.
