Pale Continent, Illusion Sound Ruins.
Ming An is surrounded by Evil Wind, flying at high speed in an environment surrounded by Sound Law.
The constantly activated Eagle-headed Demon Perception scans the environment like radar, searching for monsters to hunt.
But the clamors in the guild chat channel make his forehead veins throb slightly.
"Great Destiny Envoy, put in more effort, you're almost a Demigod, how did you get overshadowed by newbies?"
"You're supposed to be the Master Mage with area-clearing efficiency that should crush the assassin stream."
"Everyone stop arguing, our Great Destiny Envoy is controlling points, winning too easily isn't fun, he likes the feeling of a challenge, he'll sprint soon."
Listening to the half-teasing, half-anticipating discussions of fellow Dragon Sparrow Lineage members, Ming An feels stifled inside.
