Long Qi slowly backed away, bringing the complex and chaotic information across the high ground into the live camera's frame, piece by piece, beneath the pouring rain.
The shot began with a close-up of Wen Huilan.
In such a downpour, without rain gear, anyone would be soaked to the bone. Long Qi choosing this moment to point the camera at her made it hard to believe he meant well.
The thing was, at this moment, despite the curtain of rain crashing down around her and water splashing everywhere, Wen Huilan was only slightly damp from head to toe. It was as though the wind and rain instinctively avoided the space where she stood, reluctant to touch her. Her white shirt appeared even more sheer, while her hair and scarf remained relatively fresh. It was as though the storm had merely washed away a layer of worldly dust, making her beauty shine all the more brightly. It was quite miraculous.
Long Qi clicked his tongue softly, wanting to say something, but forcibly held it back. He himself had begun filming under the sway of a subtle emotion, and if he opened his mouth, he would probably go wildly off-topic.
So he focused on working the camera, gradually pulling back against the wind and extending the shot toward Wen Huilan's flank, naturally bringing Mountain Lord into view.
Finally, he quickly pulled out to a distant shot, taking in the two of them, the southern slope of the high ground, the rain curtain of descending clouds, and the layered mountain range in the distance, now no more than pale ink shadows.
If Ink had been here, Long Qi would have tried for an overhead shot. But for the sake of overall continuity, he could only shoot upward. Thick clouds and distant mountains merged