The process of passing through the swarm of ravens was uneventful.
Of course, it wasn't that easy either, considering the ominous black birds flapping their wings from all directions, cawing hoarsely, with pairs of red eyes observing the various travelers.
Zheng Qing felt as if he was facing an evil deity from the depths of the starry sky.
Everyone was under immense psychological pressure, even Li Meng, who was usually lively, turned into a quail, tucking her wings and obediently staying at the back of the group, quiet and well-behaved.
Fortunately, the little witch did not faint today.
This rendered the Mystical Grain leaves Zheng Qing had prepared in advance useless. But it's fine, considering Li Meng's psychological endurance, she was bound to faint eventually, giving Zheng Qing a chance to make a positive impression in front of everyone.
