Yang Qing looked upwards for a bit, then his gaze fell below him. There was nothing but mist below that obscured everything on the ground from view.
"I am.." he calmly answered as he took out the harbinger's call horn.
He looked to his left and right, where the four judges; Dai Chen, Zhang Qingge, Mo Liwei, and Wei Ying all nodded back at him.
He then looked behind him where Xia Ting and Yu Gen suddenly appeared waving their hands.
"Okay then.."
He immediately took a deep breath and then muttered a silent incantation that produced white sigil markings from the horn.
He tightly held the horn as his gaze pierced through the veil of mist below him. His pupils turned pure white with a green dao marking on them.
