Fu Yunhe piloted the flying device, following the route for small flying devices given by the navigation and parked in a designated area.
"The Transfer Station, more akin to a colossal rest point, had to ensure there were plenty of spots to park flying devices."
As the two disembarked from the flying device, Fu Yunhe used his Light Computer at their parking spot to do something; with a beep, a transparent bubble appeared above their flying device.
"It will record my Light Computer ID; when we come back to retrieve it later, that's when we'll pay."
Fu Yunhe nonchalantly operated everything, explaining each step as he went.
Nian Shutong followed behind, feeling a bit amused—Fu Yunhe wasn't trying to hide anything about himself, it seemed.
Fu Yunhe appeared not to want to explain why someone who was a shut-in sickly person would be so familiar with everything about the Transfer Station.
