The incoming dragon boat had an ancient appearance, all green and looking as if it had been carved out of a single piece of wood that was a thousand feet long and a few hundred feet thick. It was in poor condition; dozens of holes were pierced across the beautifully carved hull; its figurehead, the head of a dragon, was half missing and the dragon tail on its stern was gone. The cabin built in the middle of the deck was roofless, exposing the table, hassocks, and many other objects inside; all of which were rotten due to age.
The man standing on the bow was nine feet tall. His crimson robe remained largely intact, except for a fine line on the chest. Apparently, some kind of attack had pierced the robe embroidered with dozens of flying ravens. As for his body and appearance, Wu Qi had only taken a glance at him and immediately turned away from looking at him again.