Watching the sand fall in the wind, Magnolia's scalp tingled.
She pointed at the sand painting, trying to remind William, but she dared not make a sound.
As the wind grew stronger, the huge sand painting slowly slipped down as if it collapsed with the wind.
In the end, all the sand dissipated with a gust of wind.
Magnolia shouted decisively, "He's not playing with us, is he?"
Originally, the terrain here was extremely complex, and there was only one correct route.
To ask William to memorize the route of this painting was already an incredibly difficult task.
Even if it was a day and a night's time for William, it was already good enough for him to remember this sand painting.
But now.
There was no time for a day and a night, not even an hour!
He didn't even have half an hour!
In this case, it was simply impossible for William to remember the correct route.
"It's a trap for me here!"