The next day, at noon.
Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan nervously climbed into Teacher Fu Ye's "crazy ride."
"Teacher Fu Ye, are you sure you want to... drive straight through?"
Zhao Manyan's voice sounded weak inside the SUV.
He stared at the endless expanse of pale sand outside the window and swallowed hard.
The Sand Dune River, also known as the graveyard of mages.
It was eerily calm at the moment, with only heat haze slightly warping the distant scenery.
Teacher Fu Ye wore a mischievous grin as he adjusted the rearview mirror with one hand.
"Hehe, buckle up. I'm taking you on a wild ride."
The modified SUV's engine let out a deep rumble.
In the front passenger seat, Ling Ling sat on Teacher Fu Ye's lap, adjusting her seat belt.
She had heard of places like the Sand Dune River. If Teacher Fu Ye got too carried away, hiding in his arms would be a little safer.
First, she secured her tablet to the dashboard with a magnetic mount.
Then she carefully checked her seat belt from shoulder to waist three times, finally pulling out an extra cross strap to reinforce it.
After finishing all that, she turned to look at Teacher Fu Ye.
"It won't flip over, will it?"
"Hahaha, don't worry! This veteran driver is charging through the Sand Dune River—a one-life speedrun!"
The White Sand Demon Soldiers' activity was tied to temperature changes, and the two hours after noon were when they were most active.
Teacher Fu Ye and the others had arrived at just the "perfect" time.
Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan exchanged a look in the back seat.
Their faces were already written with one word: regret.
But now that they were already on this crazy ride, how could they possibly get off?