Winner

"Young Lord? Young Lord?!" Qiao San cried out.

Qiao San suddenly realized that Zhuge Tian had disappeared as well and that he was suddenly in the middle of a clearing in a forest. 

"Young Lord! Don't try and play a prank on me!" Qiao San called out.

The surrounding atmosphere was eerily silent.

"Young Lord? We really need to go… This isn't the time to joke around. Let's hurry!" Qiao San continued to cry out helplessly. 

Qiao San quickly took in his surroundings and noticed that he was standing in a completely different place than just before. It was like his brain had malfunctioned for a brief moment, causing him to forget how he had arrived at this area.

Qiao San yelled out, "Young Lord!"

He immediately felt that something was amiss as his voice rapidly grew softer and fainter.

Qiao San rubbed his ears and repeatedly said, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" He noticed that his voice had somehow indeed become softer.