After Wangcai finished devouring the Two-winged White Tiger, Chu Mu stored its wings in his Storage Talisman, patted the beast on the head, and was about to continue northwest.
Just then, a sudden disturbance came from the horizon.
Chu Mu froze, whipping his head around to look.
Then, he saw three streaks of light—one red and two white—soaring toward him from across the sky, high above the vast sea of clouds.
Chu Mu's gaze hardened, and the hand resting on Wangcai's head pressed down slightly, calming the restless beast.
"WHIMPER..."
Wangcai whimpered softly, the wariness in its voice perfectly clear.
As they drew closer, the figures became clearer to the naked eye.
A slender figure could be seen within the red light at the front, while the two white lights behind were clearly sword gleams, streaking through the air with palpable killing intent.
