Jiang Yan slowly approached Yunding Tower and stopped about five or six meters away from the building.
Hua Bao jumped down from her shoulder, and its twelve thirty-meter-long tendrils, like twelve legs, hopped a few times in the snow before easily climbing to the 68th-floor rooftop of the building.
Jiang Yan had seen the structural diagram of Yunding Tower on her computer; the mezzanine layer between the helipad and the rooftop used to be exposed to the air.
But now, at the same level as the helipad, the entire mezzanine area had been sealed off with wooden boards and metal.
Jiang Yan didn't think much of it.
The entire city had been submerged, and then hit by consecutive blizzards, so it was only natural that such a rooftop would be fully enclosed to make use of the space.
The completely transparent Hua Bao shrunk its body, thinned down, and pointed its ends, quickly locating a gap the size of an ant and slipped in with a swish.
