After leaving the Market, he mounted his flying sword and sped southwest. As he flew, he spread his divine sense, watching for any movement behind him.
Abruptly, Xu Qingtong stopped so sharply that he nearly fell off his flying sword. A man stood two hundred zhang ahead of him-the very man in black who had followed him in the Market. Fortunately, his keen eyesight had allowed him to spot the man early.
Xu Qingtong's thoughts raced. Since Shangyi Pavilion had its eyes on him, he could no longer return to the Market, and the man in black blocked his route back to the sect. Heading north would only take him farther from the sect. To the south lay the Thousand-Cloud Mountain Range, stretching for thousands of li.
He suddenly remembered that he had recently read the fourth-generation Valley Master's account of exploring the Thousand-Cloud Mountain Range. He knew something about the mountains, so he might as well risk it. Perhaps he could shake off the man in black.
His decision made, Xu Qingtong hesitated no longer. He changed direction and flew straight toward the Thousand-Cloud Mountain Range. As he used the Flying Sword Technique, he kept an eye on the man in black.
Soon, the man in black noticed Xu Qingtong's change of direction. He mounted his own flying sword and gave chase.
Xu Qingtong sensed the man in black pursuing him. Not daring to delay, he drove his flying sword at full power and sped south.
But his flying sword was only low-grade, after all. How could it match the speed of the man in black's high-grade flying sword?
Before long, the distance between them had shrunk to around a hundred zhang. Xu Qingtong glanced back and saw that the man in black was already less than a hundred