"I've heard of a trick for clearing mental instances," Fei Xun suddenly said. "No idea if it works. Someone was bragging about it on the ride over."
"If you can no longer tell whether a scene is real or imagined, try picturing something that's absolutely impossible, like a deceased family member or a destroyed item. If you keep reminding yourself of it, it might suddenly appear when you're being influenced. Of course, it won't really be there—it'll be your subconscious reminding you."
"But that won't work in instances where fantasies affect reality. Having too much imagination could actually cause trouble."
"What kind of instance do you think this Goddess one is?"
Judging by the three of them's experiences in the Temple of Inquiry, the illusions had already blended fiction and reality. Some of what they saw came from their memories, while some came from the temple's influence. Based on what they'd experienced, it was hard to tell whether the things they touched or the people they saw were fake. They had felt incredibly real.
"It's a B-class instance, so I doubt it's that simple." Ding Jiang stood up. "Let's get some rest. I'll try again first thing tomorrow. If it doesn't work, we'll go somewhere else."
"If it's not a blessing, it's a curse; and if it's a curse, you can't avoid it," Blondie muttered. Then he slung an arm around Fei Xun and left.
A Hai lingered behind. Hesitating, he said, "Mr. Ding doesn't seem to have the best temper. Maybe we should go our separate ways tomorrow."
"It's fine. Get some sleep." Xu Huo smiled at him.
A Hai returned to his room with a resigned look.
Once the door shut, Xu Huo didn't lie down right away. He leaned back in his chair and rested with his