After hearing Yan Ziquan's words, Chen Song and Meng Huan Zhen both turned grave. Such a thing was not impossible. After all, through Yan Ziquan, they might be able to uncover the one behind him.
Chen Song thought for a moment and said, "I should still speak with the Profound Chief..."
But before he could finish, the entire sky abruptly darkened. From within the boundless clouds, a sheet of light spilled down, freezing the entire flying vessel in place.
Chen Song and Meng Huan Zhen's expressions changed. Looking up, they saw the silhouette of a golden Daoist standing within that light. His features and form could not be made out; only his sleeves could be seen fluttering without end.
Yet as the light descended, it caused the guiding talisman to float out once more. It rose above the flying vessel and suddenly released an elongated, flattened burst of starlight, resisting the golden radiance and shielding the vessel.
However, it was clear that under the pressure of that light, the talisman was dwindling bit by bit. After several breaths, more than half of it had vanished, and it looked as if it would soon be exhausted entirely.
A trace of melancholy appeared on Yan Ziquan's face. Regretfully, he said, "This time, the two of you may be caught up in it. I truly am sorry."
As his words fell, the last remnant of the paper talisman also dissipated. Yet at that moment, as if one waxed while the other waned, the instant the starlight went out, an incomparably brilliant flash burst forth. The somewhat dim heavens suddenly split apart, and a bolt of lightning swept across heaven and earth.
Only after what seemed like a long while did a sword cry that shattered the clouds reach everyone's ears.
The golden Daoist