A cloud of black fog drifted into the sky. From a third-person perspective, Song Jian thought the compressed fog was too thick. Even in the darkness of night, anyone who looked up could notice something was amiss.
So, Song Jian quickly dispersed the dense fog. The larger the area it covered, the lighter its color became. The fog, roughly twenty square meters, floated mid-air, disguising itself as a giant dark cloud under the cover of night, drifting towards the wooden box.
Upon reaching the wooden box, Song Jian immediately cancelled the black fog state. He lay atop the box, a large parachute drifting above him, gently guiding the box towards the ground. At this rate, it would take at least half an hour before the box reached the ground.
On the ground, a group of NPC professionals were surrounded by a swarm of ghosts, patiently waiting for the wooden box to fall from above. They didn't know that someone was already on top of the box, ready to take whatever was inside.
