"I thought my sword could fly—"
Shen Le hugged a thick volume to his chest, his scalp tingling. It wasn't as though he knew nothing about the law; he had even looked up the regulations on Drone flight management:
Micro Drones, meaning Drones with an empty weight under 0.25 kilograms, and light Drones, meaning Drones with an empty weight under 4 kilograms and a takeoff weight under 7 kilograms, could fly beyond visual line of sight as long as they were not in restricted zones.
He had even weighed this porcelain sword on a scale. It came to less than fifty grams at most, fully meeting the standards for a micro Drone. It should have been free to fly however it wanted, even beyond visual line of sight.
And this place was neither an airspace restriction zone nor an airport, national border, frontier line, military restricted zone, radio astronomy observatory, satellite ground station, meteorological radar station, or anything like that:
There were no warehouses storing flammable or explosive materials anywhere in the mountains, much less power plants, substations, gas stations, large stations, docks, ports, or major event venues. Even the railways and highways were far away from them. What was there to stop it from flying?
So why had it been grounded?!
"Mr. Shen, this is a flying sword. A flying sword!" Daoist Qingyue said helplessly.
"It has lethal power. It's not one of those Drones that can only hit people with its own weight if it crashes headfirst, so long as it isn't carrying ammunition!
"Besides, your flying sword went far too high! It exceeded the altitude limit!"
Ah, right—Shen Le flipped through the Drone management regulations again. Sure enough, he had missed one clause: micro Drones could only fly up to fifty meters, while light Drones could only