The Arrowfish Flying Boat headed towards Anping Prefecture. Since it was adjacent to Datong Prefecture, the speed of the Arrowfish Flying Boat would take just a day.
Zhao Xing came out for some air, while Long Xiao focused on steering the flying boat.
A day's time was enough for the thick-skinned martial artist Long Xiao to recover from his melancholy. Now, he started chatting again, "Why is it always raining? I can't see anything. Can you stop this rain?"
Zhao Xing replied, "How can I just change the rainfall of an entire prefecture? Do I have a death wish?"
During normal times, a little more or less rain inland wouldn't matter much.
But now, on the eve of the grand battle to pacify the barbarians, both Datong Prefecture and Anping Prefecture were crucial borderlands.
If Zhao Xing, this small character, dared to change the rainfall, even if he was a genius from Ten Suns Cave Heaven, the Ministry of War would cut off his head without hesitation.