—Like a cat, carry your faith and embark on an adventure of your own. If you could spend your whole life on it, that could be considered happiness.
Curled up inside the protective sphere woven from vines, Zheng Qing suddenly thought of those words by Haruki Murakami as he passed through the stormy cumulonimbus clouds.
Of course, he would never admit that he had remembered them only after catching sight of Jiang Yu's back through the gaps in the vines.
With the protection of the little green snake, the You Zui Hunting Team's passage through the clouds immediately became swift and dull—without thunder beasts harassing them or lightning surrounding them, the young wizards inside the vine sphere experienced little beyond the jolting impact of the airflow. The entire journey could practically be described as "comfortable."
So much so that when the vine sphere burst out of the clouds and the surroundings suddenly brightened, Zheng Qing felt a trace of discomfort.
"Stop the Binding Spell!"
"Reactivate the Flying Spell!"
"Move quickly!"
Xiao Xiao's somewhat distorted voice reached his ears, perhaps due to Magic Power interference. Zheng Qing jolted, tore the page bearing the copied Binding Spell from his spellbook, and dispelled the Binding Spell in the crudest way possible.
Though that made him suffer a slight Magic Power backlash once again, it was nothing compared to the consequences of being unable to immediately lift the Binding Spell. After all, they had fallen from an altitude of ten thousand meters. While the cumulonimbus clouds varied in thickness, at this point they were less than three thousand meters from the ground.
With gravity and acceleration at work, Zheng Qing, who had studied physics in high school, could sense the immense danger through instinct alone. Not to mention the rapidly approaching ground, growing ever