Still Need to Raise the Difficulty?

"Isn't this... a little too wild?" Director Miller asked worriedly as he stood atop the dune, looking down at the sand slide stretching endlessly below.

"It's fine. As long as nothing goes wrong, nothing will go wrong," Meng Tao said, spouting a perfectly correct piece of nonsense.

"As the saying goes, a craftsman must sharpen his tools before doing good work. Come on, let me see the 'Iron Coffin Board' you prepared," Lin Yuan said with a smile.

"Ptooey, ptooey! Don't curse us with such an unlucky name! It's clearly the 'Desert Meteor'—fast as the wind, swift as a meteor. What a cool name!" Meng Tao protested.

"..."

Lin Yuan was practically powerless to mock him.

That name was even worse than one he could have come up with himself!

"Do you know that most meteors burn to ashes in the atmosphere because of high-temperature friction?" Lin Yuan asked.

"No, plenty of them land safely too!" Meng Tao shot back.

"Are you sure that counts as a safe landing? The ones that hit the ground are called meteorites, and they usually smash to pieces. They'd be better off burning up in the air," Lin Yuan retorted.

Director Miller: "..."

These two really had no taboos at all, did they?

Even if they did not believe in superstition, could they not maintain the bare minimum of reverence?

Director Miller said nothing and followed the two grown men arguing like children toward an abandoned two-story building beside the dune.

It was a temporary prop room. Meng Tao opened the door and laboriously dragged out a slab of metal that looked like a door panel.

"This is the sandboard I carefully prepared for you," Meng Tao said.

"This is the sandboard?" Director Miller asked in surprise.

The sandboard before him looked like an