"Your flying magical weapon is very unique."

Riding on the black motorcycle, Golden Cicada propped up the unconscious Sweet Sound, with one hand on Ding Hao's shoulder. Fathomless darkness whistled past them on their sides. There was a strange vrooming noise as Ding Hao revved up his magic motorcycle, the Black Whirlwind. It really appeared like a black whirlwind, advancing at top speed into the vast wilderness.

Unfairly maligned, they had become Public Enemy No. 1. ...