On the other end.
Shan Yue sat on a chair and came to a small room through the landing platform. The light in the room was dim, and the green fluorescent marks on the wall pointed at a small door in front of Shan Yue. It looked deep and strange.
Did the professors want to test their mental fortitude? Shan Yue raised her eyebrows and stood up. The chair and platform quickly retracted.
Other than the camera above her head, there was nothing else in the small room. Without hesitation, Shan Yue reached out and grabbed the door handle.
"Creak—" The door's joints emitted an obscure friction sound, which was especially ear-piercing and loud in the silent environment.
Looking at the pitch-black cave outside the door, Shan Yue was at a loss.
Were all these professors so strange? Why were each level more strange than the last? She even wondered if she was competing for a spot in the competition or participating in a variety show.
