As he got off the plane, Shen Sui heard the howling wind, as if something was rhythmically pounding against his eardrums.
Wu He quickly fitted headphones on everyone, and only then did the clear sound come through. However, the howling wind was still present, and Shen Sui's hair and clothes flapped noisily in the high-altitude wind.
"Sorry, the shield should be down. We can't completely block out the wind sound at high altitude for now." Wu He gave Shen Sui an apologetic smile, "But the safety of dueling here is still guaranteed. This platform will firmly hold you onto it, so there's no need to worry about being blown away by the high-altitude currents."
Shen Sui jumped lightly and found that the air currents did not move him; his body fell back steadily onto the platform.
"However, since this aerial duel platform is still being tested," Wu He said, accepting several items from a staff member nearby, "it's necessary to do some safety measures."
