"Yes!"
San Mu clasped his fists and accepted the order. Without pausing, he turned into a streak of crimson light, pierced through the clouds and mist, and shot toward the horizon.
Zhang Tie stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, watching the red light vanish at the edge of his vision without any change in expression.
He had allowed San Mu to go alone because he had his own assurances.
More than a month earlier, he had secluded himself to refine two talismans specifically created to seize Threads of Law, naming them "Immortal Seal." These talismans were anything but ordinary. They had been forged from his lifetime of insights into talisman engraving, formation patterns, artifact refinement, and tempering, supplemented by the power of the World Law he commanded, transformed into sealing laws, and further enhanced through the art of witchcraft before they could be completed.
If the enemy used Threads of Law to defend themselves, these talismans would follow like shadows and forcibly bind and seal them. Once those two Golden Immortals lost the protection of their Threads of Law, they would be no different from fish on a chopping block before San Mu.
The fierce battle he had expected never came. But
in less than half an hour, crimson light appeared outside the porthole again. San Mu had already returned to the Xuanwu Warship. He entered the cabin with steady steps, carrying a man in his right hand as though he were holding a chick. The man's hair and beard were entirely white, his robes disheveled, his eyes shut tight, and his aura weak. He was clearly unconscious.
"Master." San Mu bowed and placed the man on the metal floor with a dull thud. Then he raised his hand, revealing two wisps in his palm, as