"I am a War Observer from the United Council," Wei Tianyang replied.
The woman slowly rose to her feet. Underneath her tight garment, her abdominal muscles knotted into blocks and the muscles on her arms resembled towering mountains, with bulging veins like rivers. Her wild white hair was surprisingly smooth like seaweed, and her face could be described as delicate. Upon closer inspection, there were traces of the years at the corners of her eyes—she appeared to be in her early 30s, about the same apparent age as Zhao Ling.
"There's nothing here worth observing. Get out!" the woman said.
"I don't think so," replied Wei Tianyang.
The woman's face turned displeased.
"Last night, this place was hit by a missile strike. Yixu's armored infantry barged in and made a mess of the city. I also managed to capture quite a bit of footage," Wei Tianyang said as he patted the pocket holding his phone.
"Then what?" the woman asked.