"Just a little trick."
Song Wen gave a vague answer, then asked another question to change the subject.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, what sort of illusion were you trapped in? You seemed rather unlike yourself just now."
Whatever scene had surfaced in Feng Zhongli's mind, a trace of embarrassment flashed through her eyes, and she turned her face slightly aside.
"Nothing. Just a few jumbled illusions."
Then, likewise seeking to change the subject, Feng Zhongli asked,
"What happened to those three sinister beasts? What happened after I fell into the illusion?"
Song Wen said, "The Black-Scaled Ghost Serpent died under my Thunder Arts. But the Red-Furred Ghost Fox and the Azure-Faced Ox-Head Ghost both fled into the Ghost Nest below."
Feng Zhongli's gaze sharpened, a glint of resolve flashing in her eyes.
"With the ghost serpent gone, things will be much easier. Without it blocking our way, we need only guard against the ghost fox's illusions. None of the other ghosts in this Ghost Nest are worth worrying about. Yang Yu, shall we venture into the Ghost Nest together?"
"That was exactly my intention," Song Wen said. "But you mentioned earlier that you sensed faint thunder power within the Ghost Nest. Why can I not detect even a trace of it now?"
Feng Zhongli said, "Naturally, you cannot sense it outside the Ghost Nest. You must go deep inside before you can detect it. Yang Yu, rest assured. Every word I said was true; not a single one was a lie."
Song Wen nodded. "Please lead the way, fellow Daoist."
His main reason for helping Feng Zhongli escape the illusion was that he needed her to lead the way and help him deal with the ghosts inside the Ghost Nest. Otherwise, alone, he would likely have balked at the prospect rather