Meng Jingshu kept close to Ning Cheng, and the two quickened their pace. However, the long mountain path seemed endless, and after walking for most of the day, as the sky gradually darkened, they still had not found their way out of the mountains.
"Brother Ning," Meng Jingshu called out, her voice trembling subconsciously. She was not afraid of death, yet the eeriness made her uncomfortable.
Ning Cheng stopped and looked around before he suddenly said, "Sister Jingxiu, I don't think we need to continue walking. If this mountain path isn't extraordinarily long, then we might have walked into an illusion formation."
"Illusion formation?" Meng Jingshu repeated unconsciously. Although she didn't understand formations, she knew of their power, and for those who did not understand formations, it would be extremely difficult to exit an illusion formation once they entered. Even without anyone in control, a person trapped inside an illusion formation might wander until their demise.
