Non-Human Research Institute
Seeing Xuan Mo's determined expression, Wang Yue also wanted to see how aliens fought—or, more specifically, how they fought using mental power. After all, if he wanted to learn to use mental power, he had to know whether it was powerful. If it was useless, he might as well not bother.
With that in mind, Wang Yue didn't say anything more. He thought this alien who looked so much like Luo Yan seemed pretty interesting. She did everything one step at a time and was always so serious. He'd never met anyone like her before.
Wang Yue wasn't worried about Xuan Mo's safety, either. Classmate for Two Hundred Million Years—didn't that mean Xuan Mo was an alien who was two hundred million years old? Since she was the protagonist, she shouldn't die. If she did, how would the show go on?
The one who really needed to be careful was Wang Yue himself. After all, the worlds he transmigrated into were almost always full of deadweight characters.
Wang Yue planned to wait until she announced how they would proceed, then hang back half a step. Who knew Xuan Mo had no intention of staying hidden? She strode right into the factory as bold as brass. He could only shake his head helplessly. From her behavior, he could tell she was confident in her abilities—so confident that she didn't even think she needed to hide.
They crossed the courtyard, and just as Wang Yue and Xuan Mo reached the stairs, they heard someone upstairs yell, "They're up there! Hurry up, all of you! Don't let them get away!"
Wang Yue didn't know why the other party had suddenly changed their minds and stopped following Xuan Mo, only to come here instead. He was curious about who they were