"Thank you, Mr. Pestilence, for your relatively normal comments," Mr. Yoo said as he turned to face the screen. "Now, let's unveil the answer!"
In the desert, Xiao Tan and Laughing Soul were unable to hear anything from the live studio, and they were unable to see any cameras around them. Only God knew how the video feed was established.
Earlier, the two had been sliding down the slides separately before a blank whiteness enveloped their sight. The piercing ray of the sun broke through the darkness, and the temperature around them rose at an alarming rate. It felt like they were deposited there through a crack in the dimension.
The desert appeared calm. In the horizon, there was nothing but sand. There were no cacti, no animal bones, no rocks, and no oasis… The strangest thing was, in such an open space, there was no wind. The desert before their eyes was as flat as a pancake—there was not even a slightly protruding dune.
