On the circular aircraft.
"Class president." Jiang Ye looked at Zhao Qingli approaching, and said with a smile, "This time, I need to trouble you."
He hadn't sat in such a high-level aircraft before.
Judging by the speed, it probably surpassed the speed of sound by many times.
"No trouble." Zhao Qingli said indifferently, "I'm giving you a ride along the way. Don't mention paying money."
"Uh... okay." Jiang Ye shook his head and smiled; he was indeed planning to mention paying.
"Hmph." Zhao Qingli snorted softly, casting a glance at Jiang Ye.
This guy always calculates everything clearly, leaving no room.
Doesn't he know this way he won't have friends?
"Jiang Ye." Zhao Qingli didn't say much else and continued, "Tomorrow we start 'Heaven-Reaching Refining'."
"I heard that the difficulty of this Heaven-Reaching Refining is very high."
Zhao Qingli sat beside Jiang Ye, folded her snow-white long legs, and tilted her head, "How are you preparing?"
