The illusory figure of the woman had already dissipated, and Dean Bruce didn't dwell on it. He glanced around, noticing the sun hanging high in the sky, and things had returned to normal. He stepped forward and slapped Herbert Jones' face a few times, waking him up.
"Ah!" Herbert Jones shook his head and, after opening his eyes, rubbed his forehead while murmuring, "What happened? Why did I suddenly lose consciousness just now?"
"Who knows?" Dean Bruce, not wanting to reveal too much, shrugged and replied lightly, "You suddenly fainted as soon as we reached this spot."
Herbert Jones, embarrassed, said, "Sorry for wasting your time. Let's hurry back before my father and the others get worried."
Nodding slightly, Dean Bruce and Herbert Jones untied their terrified horses. As soon as they mounted, the horses bolted forward, galloping away from the scene at high speed.
