Four days later.
It was still the same mountain valley, the same clearing.
Still the same group of people as before.
However, this time everyone came here not to verify the effect of the 'Defensive Array'.
But to wait for something called—
Airdrop.
"Shopkeeper Ma, how much longer until the airdrop you mentioned arrives?"
In the clearing, Yang Clan Elder Yang Wangcai looked impatiently at the horizon, his tone noticeably irritable:
"If it were the usual times, waiting would be fine, but with Zhengchu's tribulation approaching, everyone in the Yang Family is making final preparations, and every breath is extremely precious.
Forgive this old man for being blunt, but we don't have much leisure to wait here for some flying chicken."
He had hardly any relationship with Ma Ning, and Ma Ning was just a mortal.
Therefore, even though he tried to control his words, there was still a hint of sarcasm in them.
Ma Ning didn't mind this much.
