No matter how anxious he was to sprout wings, the reality was that he couldn't fly, so he could only lead Wuzhui and honestly board the boat.
Rushing would be of no use, since there was nothing else he could do. Zhao Changhe restrained his impatience, sitting by the ship's rail, sipping his wine in small mouthfuls while casually flipping through the Body Refining Technique Situ Xiao had given him, to verify if it could be integrated into his Blood Shura Body to enhance his always relatively lacking defense capabilities.
