In the blink of an eye, Qi Tian had flown another two to three hundred miles, and the sky had unknowingly darkened. That night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the land was bathed in its pure moonlight. Although the visibility was not as clear as during the day, one could still make out the surroundings.
At that moment, Qi Tian suddenly felt someone rapidly approaching. The other party's speed was incredibly fast, and the distance between them was closing swiftly. It wouldn't be long before they would meet.
Qi Tian raised an eyebrow. He did not want to invite trouble, so he increased his speed. However, to his surprise, as his speed increased, so did the other's, who also adjusted their direction, heading straight for him.
Unsure of the other's intentions, Qi Tian simply stopped, standing on his flying sword in midair, waiting for the other to come closer.
