Even after experiencing such grand scenes as his own explosion and the Black Prison Battlefield over the past year, the helplessness and terror of falling from the plane when he had first enrolled remained vivid in Zheng Qing's mind, becoming material for many of his dreams.
The young wizard had once suspected that a large part of the reason his head illness had returned after enrolling was that he had fallen from the sky, suffered nightmares at night, and then developed neurasthenia.
The male wizard's guess was a little too loud, and many people in the cabin heard it.
After several seconds of silence, the scene immediately descended into uncontrollable chaos—no one wanted to experience that helpless, out-of-control state again.
"Very likely."
Because of the chaos in the cabin, Xiao Xiao had to raise his voice slightly. "But I guess the situation may be worse than last year... after all, they're making us use Flying Spells now."
That meant there would be no ribbon of light waving on the ground to catch the young wizards falling from the sky.
Zheng Qing had already begun imagining what he would look like, and what colors he would be, after being smashed into a pulp—the "fatality rate" passed around among the students before the trial had only worsened that mindset.
"I already knew the spell 'Cang Geng Yu Fei.'"
Fatty Xin suddenly interrupted Zheng Qing's wild thoughts and quietly consulted the people beside him. "What do you think about me using that spell in midair?"
The spell in his token was the same as Zheng Qing's: "Mayfly Feather, Garments So Fair." "Cang Geng Yu Fei," meanwhile, was the spell in Jiang Yu's Trial Token.
"I guess that's why you weren't given 'Cang Geng Yu Fei.'"
Xiao Xiao cut off the fatty's clever little