The trip to Sword Peak had merely been an insignificant interlude in Luo Chuan's life at Lingyun Academy.
The next day, filming officially began.
To avoid disrupting the normal filming process, all the outside members had already left, and Lingyun Academy's teaching had returned to its normal course.
Of course, Luo Chuan knew that after such a long break, the actors would certainly need time to regain the state they had been in at Qichuan. The first few days would most likely yield little progress.
Fortunately, he was in no shortage of time. They could film slowly—there was no rush, right?
"Places, everyone—"
Clap!
As the crisp sound of the clapperboard rang out, everyone fell silent, their gazes fixed firmly on the library ahead. Several Magic Phones floated invisibly in midair, diligently carrying out their duties.
The weather was clear. A few leisurely white clouds drifted across the azure sky, while bright sunlight spilled across the surface of the enormous building before them. Its silvery-white walls and crystal windows gleamed brilliantly, almost painfully bright.
Two girls walked side by side, dressed in Lingyun Academy student uniforms.
Their steps were light, smiles on their faces. They seemed to be discussing something interesting, though the distance made their conversation impossible to hear. They looked like students who had come to study in the library.
Then, their figures disappeared through the hundred-meter-tall doors.
It was a very simple shot. Nothing unexpected happened, and it passed in one take. Luo Chuan waved his hand, and everyone followed him into the library as well.
He could not be bothered to prepare everything again. They would continue filming.
That was right—being a director meant being this willful. He could do whatever he pleased.
Beside the library entrance, a white-haired old man sat behind a small table,