During the end-of-term hunting party ceremony last semester, Zheng Qing had experienced such a feeling before.
At that time, a breeze swept past him, blowing toward the prey on the hunting ground. Those demons, originally restrained by magic, charged frenziedly toward the direction of the stands where he was located.
Luckily, he was situated on the safe stands, hundreds of meters away from those frantic creatures, separated by several layers of sturdy magical barriers. Moreover, those demons were bound by the chains used by the hunters of the ceremony. They had charged less than ten meters before being pulled back.
The irritated hunters lashed at them with whips.
Initially, Zheng Qing also wanted to believe that the loss of control by the demons was due to a "magic malfunction." But when he faced a group of unchecked beasts again and those crazed looks once more, he immediately discarded the delusion in his mind.
The way they looked at him, it was like hungry dogs seeing bones.
