"It's ...... Where? ”

The light slowly returned to his eyes, and the dizziness had dissipated. Mizumo quickly looked around, trying to find the enemy's tracks.

She seemed to be in a ruined village. The style and layout of those buildings were quite familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen them for a while. Beyond the village is a dry wasteland, with no greenery in sight. The air was scorching, and the sun was mercilessly scorching over her head and the desolate earth beneath her feet.

Some people came out of the crudely hut and surrounded her. Shui Yun rummaged through his memories and gradually confronted several older faces. Yan Qi, his father's most trusted chief of guards; Zhongliu, the teacher who taught her to read and write; and Yan Qing, her best playmate in childhood-

It's not real, she thought. Afraid of seeing their gaze and appearance, she had not seen her people in person for several years; But that violent and disorderly wasteland has always been engraved in her memory. Illusion has its limits, and even the oasis there will never be as "peaceful" as it seems.

She raised her hand and chanted the incantation. The mist rolled up in front of her, condensing into dozens of frost blades. They rained down, piercing the memories and the wasteland in front of her. The image soon shattered into pieces and vanished into darkness.

The mirage changed.

The warm wind blows through the fireplace, and the firelight dances, reflecting the warmth of the house. She curled up in the soft quilt, and her mother sat on the edge of the bed in a long dress, telling her bedtime stories. My father sat in a chair and read the day's official documents by the fire. A birdcage hung by the window, and the red-beaked and white-cheeked gray bird jumped up and down, chirping briefly twice from time to time. Shui Yun raised her hand and looked at them, they were soft and delicate, the same as when she was less than ten years old.

That's not true either. Because of the deterrence from the empire, the state of Qi at that time had begun to waver. His father was busy with government and military affairs all the year round, and his mother, who was a sorcerer, rarely had time to stay in the palace. All the beautiful scenes in front of her have always existed only in her fantasy, and have never turned into reality.

The ice sword appeared in the palm of his small hand, and Shui Yun stood up from the bed and stabbed the blade into his mother's chest, who vanished, leaving no blood behind.

Her father turned back to her. Avoiding the vision's gaze, she grasped the sword in both hands and slashed at the body's neck.

"You're long dead! Don't pester me again! She shouted.

The blade silently sliced off the skull, and the world shattered before her eyes once more. The next vision appeared, along with her familiar voice.

"No, they're still alive." The voice said calmly, "In your memory, it has always been. ”

She looked around again, and there was a familiar and unfamiliar landscape in front of her.

Lush shrubs are scattered around a single-storey pavilion in sight. It is made of wood, with no cornices or arches, and a roof made of black tube tiles, which is slightly different from the style of the empire today. Clusters of green fruits dotted the center of the bushes, sour at first, but gradually sweet—the taste of memory welled up on the tip of her tongue, and she swallowed a little, and suddenly wanted to get closer and pick a few.

"And those who are really alive." Another voice came, "I've been waiting for you." ”

Shui Yun struggled to shake off the emotion called homesickness and cast his eyes on the source of the words. Yuffie and Lynn stood at the other end of the courtyard, holding hands, as if they had anticipated what was going to happen. Above the two of them, the palace of the current emperor sits on a nearby height, glittering in the midday sun.

Another illusion, she thought. It is impossible for the buildings of Daqi to exist in Xin'an City. This vulnerability is too obvious, and it means that Illusion is on the verge of collapse.

She jerked her hand up, and the magic flowed through her mind, eventually converging in the palm of her hand. A bitter cold wind surrounded her, whistling like a wail. This is her strongest attack spell, enough to envelop the entire garden and completely tear apart the illusion -

The pink girl also raised her hand, and her fingertips drew a silver-white trail, like an elegant elf.

She ignored the girl's movements, the spell was nearing its end, and she was only one step away from completing it. But a dozen silver-white runes instantly appeared in the air, and then turned into a bolt of light, piercing into the storm around her.

The magic suddenly fell into confusion and no longer obeyed her commands. The shrill whistling quickly turned low, and then the wind dispersed, blowing off only a handful of leaves.

The hand of the woman in white froze in mid-air, and for a moment it was a little incredulous.

As a good illusionist, Shui Yun had never heard of the ability of illusions to counter spells—nothing magical at all. Probably because of the inner wavering, so that the guidance of the magic went wrong, it must be like this. In that case, just change to a simpler, more proficient spell for her-

She clasped her hands together again and cast a spell seal, intending to summon a lightning bolt. But this time, the girl on the other side just turned her gaze to her, and the spell came to naught in an instant.

A broad palm pressed against her shoulder, stopping her third attempt.

"Calm down." Wei Feng's voice was as calm as ever, "This is not an illusion. ”

She closed her eyes and opened them again, but the scene was still the same in front of her, but her heart was strangely calm. It was only then that she felt more information coming from her surroundings—the gentle sound of the breeze blowing through the trees, the ants coming and going under her feet, the smell of grass and earth, and the smell of tung oil coming from the side of the building.

The architecture in front of her still puzzled her, but illusion couldn't do it so finely. Shui Yun was finally convinced that this was the real Xin'an Inner City, and the two people on the opposite side were not illusions.

"Thank you." She cautiously stared at the two figures in front of her and whispered.

The girl named Yuffie seemed relieved. "So, Shui Yun, Wei Feng." She blinked, "Some people want to meet you, are you interested?" ”

Shui Yun remembered their previous whereabouts and roughly guessed who the person who wanted to see him was. This made her hesitate a little, both ways. The task given by the chief has not yet been completed, and it is obviously unwise to delay it any longer; But on the other side, the clansmen who stayed in the wasteland, she also cared very much.

She glanced at Wei Feng, and the man's face was expressionless. After meeting with the young people of the clan, she only confirmed that there were still survivors there, and did not dare to ask about the specific situation...... And those who really care.

"Nope." The thick palm grabbed her arm, and she didn't even have time to think for a moment, "Farewell." ”

The dirt rippled and turned into liquid—but at the same moment, Yuffie folded her hands over her chest and whispered the words softly.

Countless silver threads spread around her, spreading throughout the manor in an instant, returning to solid ground beneath your feet.