Xiang Chun could not help but feel delighted when he heard this. If Zhang Yu, a Profound Venerable, was willing to act personally, what difficulty could remain?
Zhang Yu said, "Senior Brother Xiang, handle something for me."
Xiang Chun said, "Please give your instructions, Profound Chief."
Zhang Yu sent him several words by voice transmission. Xiang Chun nodded and said, "This subordinate will see to it at once."
Since the seven-act grand drama had already ended, the entire theater had been relit. The theater masters, writers, and performers all waited there uneasily for his judgment.
After rising to his feet, Zhang Yu gave the matter some thought and offered his opinions. Most of his words were praise. These people truly deserved commendation.
Though some parts did not entirely accord with reality, those were matters that did not affect the greater picture. After all, it was only a grand drama. To heighten dramatic conflict, a measure of artistic exaggeration was needed. But where events known to everyone from the past were concerned, this could not be done. There, one had to proceed with utmost caution.
As for the remaining flaws, it was not that the production had lacked care. They simply could not achieve more.
Upon hearing this, everyone was stirred and invigorated.
As a Profound Venerable, Zhang Yu naturally had no need to deliberately flatter them. Yet when they subsequently heard that certain areas needed alteration, their hearts tightened again. Only when they learned that these were merely the portions handled by cultivators did they finally relax.
After Zhang Yu finished giving his instructions, he left the theater. Amid the salutes of the gathered cultivators, his figure dispersed, and his consciousness returned to the avatar located on Mount Qi.
Half a day passed, until evening arrived. Xiang Chun sent a