"Teleportation countdown."
"Five minutes to prepare."
A deep and powerful voice announcing the time echoed in Zheng Qing's ears, though he couldn't tell whether it was a staff member or a supervisor speaking. Looking around, all he could see were turbulent clouds, making it impossible to discern who was who or where anyone was.
Occasionally, a shadow or two would flash past him—other wizards riding on ravens. Zheng Qing was quite certain that these ravens had special observation and communication methods to avoid colliding with each other while flying through the clouds and to find the correct route.
But these were not the focus of his complaints.
"I don't understand why we have to be tossed around from the sky like this..."
