Yu Miaomiao walked in front, followed by the woman in the black dress.
As she approached, Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi felt their exposed skin outside their clothes being painfully pricked.
Mind you, this was still when their eyes were closed and they were in the environment of the high tower.
A gentle gust of air emanated from within the high tower, blowing solely at Yu Miaomiao, stirring her hair, as if guiding her, indicating that she could now go downstairs.
Yu Miaomiao stopped in front of Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi, first speaking to Zhao Yi:
"Try and see if the name of your Jiujiang Zhao can get things moving."
Then, she looked at Li Zhiyuan and sneered, "This isn't a place where you belong."
Li Zhiyuan nodded.
Yu Cangsheng had once angrily called her a fool for not having figured out the opponent's identity by now.
