Mo Bai reached out to smooth the horse's mane and asked Shen Yanli with confusion, "Master, there are still ten days until the Spirit Mountain Sword Wind Competition starts. Why are we heading there so far in advance?"
Mo Bai was quite puzzled. Their cultivation sect was adept at sword control flight, and they could easily fly over on the day before the competition. Why go to the trouble of riding horses, which could be quite bothersome if they encountered demons or monsters along the way?
Shen Yanli walked with the horse reins in hand, explaining, "Always flying around, we miss so much of the scenery. Occasionally riding a horse isn't quite delightful?"
Mo Bai couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart. He thought, a few years ago, someone said that walking and riding horses was a waste of time, and that sword control flight was much easier. How could they change their tune in just a few years? Women are indeed fickle!