He sends a pointed glare at Inigo, not even holding a weird pose now that both nets are in place. He has both meet at the top and come back down, until it's a domed, ringed net in truth, with one end opening up so Inigo can retreat toward Jingyi's bulk. Easier to work in circles and then scale back, as he did now, than trying to get fancy from go.

He wasn't a perfect cultivator, he was working with what he could do, and it wasn't yet to the level of his seniors. More to strive after, from his perspective.

"They're contained. I can shove any stragglers in with a gust, but you've got the deft hands right now, so it's on you to use them."

Inigo has prayed people into an arc of netting, and now if they were going to plan on finding a way to deal with the compulsion...

"Please, Inigo. I can't think about this too hard."

Because the moment he does, he will start fraying, and he's not sure anyone here can really make him stop.