Wuzhui spent half a month recovering from the injuries.
After the broken wings were set, they needed time to heal. A Dark Nightmare Pegasus recovered far faster than an ordinary Level Nine Magical Beast, but the process still could not be forced. Loa was in no hurry. He found a secluded valley and made camp.
Half a month later, Wuzhui's wings still could not support flight, but running was no longer a problem.
Wuzhui's speed did not disappoint Loa.
Although the injuries had not fully healed, at a full run, Wuzhui was more than twice as fast as Wangcai. The black figure darted through the woods like a flowing shadow, utterly silent.
Loa also discovered something-Wuzhui could put away that pair of wings.
It was not a matter of physically folding them, but of merging them into shadow. With a thought, those enormous wings turned into black mist and vanished from either side of Wuzhui's body. With another thought, they took shape again.
"I was born with it," Wuzhui said. "I've had this ability since birth. I can hide myself in shadows."
Loa nodded.
No wonder this fellow had escaped alive. With that ability, along with that speed and vigilance, even an ordinary Saint could not catch Wuzhui.
The original plan had been to leave the mountains in a month and a half. Wuzhui's injuries had delayed them a few days, but Wuzhui's speed made up the lost time.
November 29, Year 9998 of the Yulan Calendar.
Heavy snow blanketed Fenlai City.
Loa walked along the avenue, leading Wuzhui.
Everywhere he looked was a sea of white. Snowflakes drifted down, landing on his shoulders, in his hair, and on the jet-black steed. Snow still would not cling to Wuzhui's coat; the flakes slid off upon landing, as though falling