"It's the dead of night, and this isn't a flyer we can scatter everywhere. I'm worried that if we just drop it, the letter will land in some forgotten nook or cranny where Yan Bai will never see it.
With this sound, that won't happen. This letter is guaranteed to reach Yan Bai."
Liu Zheheng said, "Little Sister, you really did think of everything."
Song Yaoyao put the material she had printed in advance into an envelope and placed it on the Drone.
The Drone rose into the sky and vanished into the night.
Before long, the Drone hovered above the relay station.
Song Yaoyao operated the Drone, making it emit a mechanical voice:
"Yan Bai, please receive your letter! Yan Bai, please receive your letter..."
Many people heard the voice, including Yan Bai. He looked up at the sky.
In the darkness, he could only vaguely make out a little black dot. Nothing else was visible.
Through the Drone, Song Yaoyao confirmed that Yan Bai was among the crowd. She immediately made the Drone drop the letter.
Watching the letter flutter down from the sky, Yan Bai used his Lightness Skill to leap into the air and firmly caught it. Then he slowly descended to the ground.
Yan Bai looked up at the sky again. The little black dot was still there, but he saw nothing else.
Outside the relay station, the Palace Guards Qi Yanzhen had dispatched were supposed to be watching these members of the Witch Tribe.
They had never expected to hear a voice coming from the sky shortly after arriving.
They looked up, and memories of being led on a merry chase for an entire day a few days earlier gradually resurfaced.
They had a bad feeling: that thing in the sky was about to