Just as streams of golden light that spanned the heavens flew toward the Wei Clan Army's fleet, Mu Xuanxiu and another Daoist traveling with him stood high in the sky, watching from afar.
Seeing this commotion, the Daoist could not help saying excitedly, "They've made their move, they've made their move! Fellow Daoist, look!"
Mu Xuanxiu did not dare delay. A glint flashed through his eyes as he looked ahead, trying to follow Zhang Yu's figure. Yet in the end, all he saw was a streak of flying azure rainbow.
He said, "I need one more look. Let's catch up."
The Daoist hesitated. "Nothing will happen, right? That person is incredibly formidable. If we get too close, I cannot guarantee that the two of us won't be discovered."
But Mu Xuanxiu refused to give up. Holding out one finger, he said, "I only need one more look. Just one more look."
Though he possessed a divine ability for observation, over time he had developed a flaw: whenever he could not see the full outcome, it left him unbearably unsettled.
The Daoist thought it over. If they failed to complete this mission, he feared they would have no way to answer to Master Yong. Reluctantly, he said, "Very well. I'll accompany Fellow Daoist once more."
The two followed the light and flew onward. But they had not traveled far through the air when an expression of horror suddenly appeared on Mu Xuanxiu's face.
Noticing something was wrong, the Daoist asked nervously, "What is it?"
Then he felt a layer of light dye his body. Looking up, he saw a pair of resplendent wings spread amid the clouds, brilliant as the Milky Way, and his mouth fell open.
At that moment, the wings flashed. An incomparably radiant light shone into both their