"But he was also afraid that I was too smart and would figure something out and blurt it out, so he always guarded me like a thief."

"Pfft, cough cough cough!"

Black Owl, who was taking out water to quench his thirst, decisively turned aside and sprayed it.

The young female bandit looked at him in surprise.

Hei Xiao looked into her clear eyes, speechless yet unable to blame her at all: "Little Yao'er, if our guess is correct, the Ling Qing you mentioned seems to be me. Is it really okay for you to say that I am with your master in front of me?"

"It seems... not so good... Hehe, we're just close, I was just saying it casually." Ji Fengyao realized what was going on and felt extremely embarrassed. She quickly laughed it off and said, "Don't worry, Ling Qing had a great reputation in his previous life. He was like a celestial being descended to earth. Apart from me, who was spoiled by my master and became a bit arrogant, no one else would dare to speak ill of him."

Upon hearing this, Black Owl's eyes darkened slightly.

Yes, he was renowned in his past life;

If he had just loosened his grip even slightly and said a word to the world for Yunxiao, Yunxiao wouldn't have died such a humiliating death.

But he...

However, for the sake of his own reputation and the reputation of the Han Yu Sect, he watched helplessly as Yunxiao was doomed.

Glancing at the little bandit's face, which bore a striking resemblance to Feng Ming, Black Owl silently replaced the water in front of him with a sponge, tilting his head back to gulp down several mouthfuls: "Little Yao'er, if this is an illusion, have you thought of a way out?"

He didn't like it here, and he wouldn't want to stay in this world for even a second longer if he had no other choice.

He was more worried about Fengming.

It's unclear where Fengming has been thrown to, or whether he's also trapped in an illusion. Fengming is always impulsive, so he's unlikely to be able to handle this.

"Not yet," Ji Fengyao said slowly and deliberately, "My master once told me that every illusion has a purpose; it may be a trapping formation, a killing formation, or a trapping and killing formation. To break out of the formation, you must find the right opportunity and not act rashly. Otherwise, every decision you make in the illusion may accidentally hurt your own people or even yourself."

Black Owl seemed to understand these words, but there was a fog in his mind that made him temporarily forget them.

At this moment, the little bandit's words reminded him of something again.

"You mean, Xiao Jiu, Feng Ming, Ka Fu, and Mr. Ma are actually right beside us?" Black Owl said.

The young female bandit nodded, handed the bowl of sauce to Black Owl, and said while eating, "I don't know about my brother, Kaf, and Mr. Ma, but I'm definitely with the prince. When we were sucked into the Celestial Palace, the prince used silk to tie us together tightly. It was only a little suction, and without a sharp blade to cut us, we couldn't have been separated."

After eating a few bites, the hunger in my stomach was relieved.

The young bandit then analyzed in detail: "Furthermore, since we both fell into the same illusion, it means we were very close. Before I was knocked unconscious, I remember you and my brother were behind me and the prince, and you were together. Kaf and Mr. Cheng were in front of us, and they weren't far from me and the prince either. Based on this, we should all be close to each other."

"Is it possible that we've all fallen into this illusion, but we just haven't met them yet?" Black Owl speculated.

Ji Fengyao paused in her eating, her expression slightly stiffening: "That...that's also a possibility."