Being watched from above at every moment is definitely not a good thing. It's like every move you make is instantly known to the other side, leaving you with no space to maneuver.
Even if a cavalry battle in the end is unavoidable, you absolutely can't start the fight in the enemy's grasp.
The guard who responded was also a cultivator at the Primordial Pill Realm, but with a height of three hundred zhang, he couldn't just use magic to reach—he still needed the help of a magical artifact.
He took out a sword box. Only now did Shen Hao realize that among the three men always following him, one was actually a rare sword cultivator.
"Flying sword?"
"Mm, half-step flying sword. One should be able to reach that far." As he spoke, he left his horse, mimicking Shen Hao as he leaped onto the hindquarters of a companion's horse, then cradled the sword box and took on a meditative pose.
