Wang Wu carefully set Snow Wolf General down after boarding the boat. Li Da's wife had already handed over a blanket and offered a friendly smile.
Her cultivation had only barely reached the eighth rank. Perhaps due to years of toil, she did not look much like a cultivator.
Her son, on the other hand, had cultivated to the seventh rank. It seemed the family's resources had all been poured into him.
The young man had some vigor, but far more caution and unease. Like a frightened little beast, he probably found it hard to understand his father's actions—accepting two strangers so rashly?
There was no doubt that he was still young, yet he had already felt how hard life could be.
His wife was merely a ninth-rank cultivator. She had only just stepped onto the path of cultivation before it was largely cut short.
According to Madam Yu, becoming pregnant and giving birth were major taboos on the path of cultivation. They would not completely sever one's cultivation path, but climbing any higher afterward would be extremely difficult.
Wang Wu nodded in thanks, covered Snow Wolf General with the blanket, then sat down beside it.
Before long, Li Da activated the talismans on the wind sails. Wild winds billowed, and the fishing boat shot forward like an arrow. Spiritual light also gleamed across its hull. Good heavens, this fishing boat had some serious immortal-cultivation technology.
Its speed could reach at least a hundred li per hour?
More than that. Li Da had only activated three wind sails; six more remained inactive.
There also seemed to be some kind of buoyancy mechanism in the hull that could lift the boat off the seawater. Tsk, tsk. At full speed, five hundred li per hour should be no trouble at all.
Granted,