The mechanical bird flew silently, its mechanism undetected by the true Qi fluctuations of nearby individuals. To say nothing of being discovered by Divine Thought—that was even less likely.
If someone were to covertly probe the residence of the Supreme Daoist without permission, it would undoubtedly be an act of declaring oneself a lifelong enemy of the Supreme Daoist.
Overall, the method of sending messages via this mechanical bird was quite ingenious.
However, the sender hadn't anticipated that the Qingyu Association would directly uncover the item hidden inside the bird, crushing it before it could even eject the message cylinder.
Of course, this unforeseen detail was not a major issue; it didn't affect the purpose of sending the message.
But the second oversight was slightly more amusing.
"In one hour, meet me in the small forest behind Taizhen Palace. — Qing Yu."
"Ha, since when did I develop a habit of writing letters to myself?"
