Xia Hanshi didn't rush to ask questions. In a flash, he was supporting the swaying Su Chen, his hoarse voice laced with worry. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine..." Su Chen rubbed his temples, his voice weak as he shook his head. "Every time I trigger an illusion, I feel something like this. It's just exhaustion, though. Nothing more."
Su Chen sat on a nearby chair. After resting for a moment, Xia Hanshi asked, "What exactly did you see?"
"I..." Su Chen seemed to be recalling something, his gaze drifting to the Deceitful Artifacts arranged on the floor. Only three or four were not yet empty.
'If the illusion had triggered just as I finished absorbing all of them, it would've been too contrived. That's why I intentionally left a few.'
"I vaguely saw a group of people entering Ying Feng. One of them gave me a very similar feeling to Meng Qi," Su Chen said.
