Yu Xuan took the lead, guiding Lingluo carefully along a path only he could discern. His [Soul Vision] allowed him to see the threads of deception woven into the world, and he moved in a way that skirted around the most dangerous parts of the illusion formation.
Though elaborate at first glance, to Yu Xuan's eyes the formation was… crude. The intricacies were shallow, the layering sloppy. Compared to the flawless nightmare-weaves his mother had once forced him to endure in training, this was almost laughable.
But even so, he kept his guard up. A "crude" trap could still kill one if underestimated.
When they finally passed through, both siblings realized the space beyond was far broader than it appeared from outside. The black castle loomed larger, its towers stretching higher, its gates impossibly tall.
Then, Yu Xuan stiffened.
A gaze. Cold. Piercing. Heavy, like a hand pressing against his chest was fixed on him. Lingluo felt it too, her stance tensed.
