"What's the point of dividing everyone into teams?"
In her understanding, war was a straightforward clash—force meeting force, strength deciding victory. She knew concepts like formations, positioning, and strategy mattered, but this was the first time she had heard so much emphasis placed on structured teams rather than sheer numbers.
As the thought lingered, the flap of the red tent stirred.
Xiao Fang stepped out.
"War between mortals and war between cultivators are not the same," he said calmly, as if he had been listening all along. "Mortals fight on fixed ground. Cultivators fight everywhere—land, sky, water, ravines, cities, even within formation zones. The battlefield has no single shape."
He paused, turning his head slightly in Xun Wei's direction.
"When too many cultivators clash in one area, chaos becomes the real enemy. Techniques overlap. Qi interferes. One misjudged strike can kill an ally just as easily as an enemy."
Xun Wei's brows knitted as she listened.
