Chen Li could only shake his head as he looked at Yang Hao, who was following behind him like a turtle, as he was having a hard time walking with 400 pounds of iron weights on his body. 'Am I treating him too much? His cultivation is also in the soul realm, so I think that iron weights shouldn't be a problem for him, but it seems like he can't do it.' "Hey, you can take off half of them if they are too heavy for you, so you can move a little more freely."
"No, I must be able to adapt to their weights." Yang Hao answered as he breathed quite heavily. "These iron weights are indeed troublesome, but I don't want to give up, or I will never be able to change."
"All right, you can adapt to their weights first, and I will fight with those beasts first."
"Eh?" Yang Hao was shocked to hear that. "Are you really going to fight those beasts using such heavy equipment, Brother Chen?"
