"Doing that would basically be no different from suicide."
As she spoke, Lan Qingyou urged her Magic Wand on and slowly flew to a certain corner of the hall.
Then, as if she were twisting a doorknob.
She twisted like that in empty space.
A translucent "door," as airy as the air itself, was opened by Lan Qingyou.
"That really is a convenient Magic Eye. Honestly, I'm getting a little jealous just looking at it."
Alisa, following behind Lan Qingyou, said this.
In any case, she could not make heads or tails of this sort of Space System.
But not only could Lan Qingyou see through it.
She could even locate the door's position with extreme precision.
That was equivalent to saying that this place, like a maze that kept turning you in circles as if ghosts were raising walls, was one-way transparent to the Witch of the Tower.
If she wanted to go upstairs, she went upstairs.
If she wanted to go downstairs, she went downstairs.
It was as simple and familiar as going back to her own home.
"What's there to be jealous of? Isn't your Magic Eye just as good?"
"You know what ability my Magic Eye has?"
"I don't know, and I can't see it, so I think it's very good."
Lan Qingyou stopped after flying into a new space.
After seeing that Alisa had already followed her in.
Lan Qingyou pointed into the void at the hall space outside the door.
A small black dot formed in the center of the hall.
Then that little black dot began spinning wildly, growing larger and larger as it spun, forming a black vortex.
With the black explosion.
The hall vanished along with it.
Revealing the place's original gray, undecorated cement color.
"What are you doing?"
"Destroying it.