That feeling of someone following him had never gone away. Lu Xiaotian was certain the pursuer's cultivation wasn't very high; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to sense them. But the person was extremely skilled at concealing their tracks, and even Lu Xiaotian couldn't easily find them. Even Di Kun could only vaguely sense the direction they were in.
Could they still be people from the Flying Cavalry Tribe, unwilling to believe he was dead? A glint passed through Lu Xiaotian's eyes. He had already picked up his pace, and along the way, he'd run into several groups of demonic beasts. So far, his luck had held, but the Mist Forbidden Zone was home to plenty of terrifying creatures. If someone kept nipping at his heels, it was like carrying a powder keg—one that might explode at the worst possible moment.
His pursuer must have been exceptionally skilled at tracking, or they wouldn't have found him so quickly. After briefly sorting through his thoughts, Lu Xiaotian patted the Spirit Beast Bag and sent Di Kun inside to rest for a while. The unique aura of the Flying Silver Corpse clan might have been what the pursuer was using to track him. Besides, letting Di Kun rest in the bag and recover some strength would help prepare him for the battle ahead. If these people had been sent by the Flying Cavalry Tribe and still dared to chase him despite knowing his strength, they certainly weren't weaklings. He couldn't afford to be careless.
In the Mist Forbidden Zone, he couldn't move at full speed anyway. His legs weren't in good shape, but he could still fly low through the woods on his sword, or use the Wind-Riding Art to carry Dongfang Yi. As for taking the Blue Wind Sail straight up