"What!" Lonemoon's chest tightened. So this was a plane storm. He had heard people talking about it before - plane storms were much scarier than cracks in the plane. If one did not handle it in time, they would get bigger and bigger, until the entire plane became affected by it. "What are we waiting for then? Fix it up!"
"Father Niu, this is an illusory realm," Yi Qing reminded him.
Lonemoon stopped himself. Shit, he nearly forgot.
Wait a moment!
If all of this was an illusion…
"How can people create illusions of plane storms?"
Things that happened in the illusory realm were pre-set by the people who set up the array with the intention of attracting others. However, only the three of them and Meng Po knew about planes. How could this person set up illusions that contained such realistic plane storms?
Unless that person had seen one before!
So…
"This plane storm isn't real - it's something that has happened here before!"
