Actually, Zhang Guangmu himself had not felt much of the intense pain Chu Fan described.
After all, not much time had passed since Sword, Fame, and Fortune began filming—from the first meeting in the park in the First Act to the reunion at Feihong.
Normal adults walked at around five to eight kilometers per hour. The journey from the park to the Feihong base was roughly thirty kilometers. Although Zhang Guangmu had difficulty moving, with more than two hundred years of mastery in Imperial Body Forging Technique, his ability to distribute his stamina and regulate his breathing while traveling was probably unmatched in the world.
He asked for directions as he slowly hobbled along with his cane. The pain from the sword wound only flared up twice.
Although the alien Spirit Sword Power remaining in his spine affected his movements a little whenever it acted up, but...
It was probably much the same as "feeling itchy if you go three days without taking a beating." Once he recovered, Zhang Guangmu even felt like laughing. It had a faint flavor of recalling past hardships while appreciating the present.
As the ancients said, "Never let the fist leave the hand; never let the tune leave the mouth." His pain tolerance did not come from the Book of Acting. If he did not occasionally seek out that familiar feeling, Zhang Guangmu worried that his innate ability would gradually deteriorate with time.
Although the Little White Balls had cursed Director Cao Guan until he was thoroughly disgraced, Zhang Guangmu felt that Boss Cao could barely count as a beneficial friend.
Whenever intensity was called for, he brought the intensity! He would never hold back out of consideration for their friendship when he should not be polite!
How could Chu Fan know any of this?