New Directions And Humbleness

Everyone watched as the magical compass in Ziran's hand became active.

It was shaped like a basic compass, having four markers designating North, South, West and East.

The only difference was that the needle of the compass was suspended over a tiny blue crystal whose top had been shaven into a fine point. The needle was balanced on this and spun rapidly, as if it were being pushed around by a strong gust of wind.

"Is it working?" Lin Mu asked, seeing that the needle didn't stop even after a minute.

"It might take a bit of time, considering the size of this plane." Ziran assured. 

They watched for another couple of minutes, before finally the needle showed signs of slowing down. 

~TING~

Then all of a sudden, it snapped into a certain direction and didn't move anymore. 

"There we go," Ziran said, feeling pleased.

He then adjusted the compass so that the markers were aligned properly and found out the exact directions.