C1019 What a Magical Formation!

"Where am I?"

Zhu Yuan found himself in a space shrouded in fog, disoriented and unable to discern up from down, left from right. His figure, somewhat ethereal, hovered in the void, his face etched with bewilderment.

"You've entered the illusion crafted by the Illusionary Tracking Formation!"

A crisp voice cut through the misty expanse.

"Who's there? Who's speaking?!"

Startled