The rain poured down in torrents, the wind howled, and flames surged skyward, baring their fangs and claws as they stretched the shadows of the two people at the rooftop's edge far into the distance.
"Jump!" Bai Zhou said. "We have to jump down."
"Jump again?" Fang Xiaoxia's eyes widened as she recalled their previous experience jumping down from that metal lump. "From here? Are we taking the Paper Airplane again?"
The girl looked somewhat expectant.
"Not this time." Bai Zhou shook his head. "The Paper Airplane is on cooldown. We can't use that mode of transportation for a while."
Fang Xiaoxia was dumbfounded. "Then how are we getting down?"
She looked Bai Zhou up and down, but could not find a single "tool" on him that could take to the skies.
Except for the closed black umbrella in Bai Zhou's hand.
Could it be that?
Fang Xiaoxia blinked twice.
But then she thought, that was an umbrella, not a parachute. There was no way they could be like anime characters, holding an umbrella and slowly drifting down from the sky—probably no way, right?
Based on their previous experiences, Xiao Fang did not dare jump to conclusions.
After all, not even the most childish cartoons or the most unreasonable fairy tales had ever featured anyone riding a paper airplane at four hundred kilometers per hour—
But before Xiao Fang could think any further, Bai Zhou's hand had already landed on Fang Xiaoxia's shoulder.
"Don't be afraid."
His voice was encouraging, as though he were preparing to do something. "Where I come from, there's a story that's been passed down."
Bai Zhou casually began, "A hen hatched a strange chick from an egg. It had black feathers and a pointed head."
"This chick often envied the eagles in the sky, longing