Zhou would still be sitting over near the boulders, his own blade held in his hands.  Sky Dragon was anxious in his hands, the lightning circling and circling over and over again.  "Will you calm down?" Zhou said, to which the sword seemed to only move quicker.  "We can't force her to move any faster.  Besides, do you remember when I first spoke to you?  Hell, you were all types of annoying.  You need patience."  If lightning could make a rude sound, that sword would have made it.