"Jump countdown."
"Five minutes to prepare."
A deep, forceful timekeeping voice sounded by his ear. Zheng Qing had no idea which school worker or supervisor was speaking. He looked around, but as far as the eye could see, most of the surroundings were turbulent clouds. He could not tell who was who or where anyone was.
Every now and then, one or two dark shadows flashed past him. They were other wizards riding crows. Zheng Qing was certain that these crows had some special way of observing and communicating with one another. Otherwise, they would have crashed into each other while flying through the clouds, much less found the correct route.
But that was not what he wanted to complain about.
"I don't know why we have to keep getting thrown around in the sky..."
The young publicly funded student clung tightly to the neck of the Three-tailed Crow beneath him and shouted at the top of his lungs. Though the saddle seemed to possess some sort of Magic Power, firmly suctioning his backside to the crow's back, he still could not stop himself from hugging its neck with all his strength.
It made him feel a little safer.
Because they were high among the clouds, opening his mouth meant getting it filled not only with wind, but with freezing rainwater as well. He had no choice but to clamp his mouth shut before he could finish his sentence.
Fortunately, the hunters of the You Zui Hunting Team communicated through "Yan Yan Yu Fei, their voices rising and falling," so they did not have to worry about being unable to hear one another.
Xiao Xiao's calm reply immediately sounded in his ear. Zheng Qing could practically see him holding his notebook and pushing up his glasses. "The reason is the