The senior brother and junior sister bickered and roughhoused all the way up, finally reaching the mountaintop.
When the two led the production crew into the main hall, their master, who had long been waiting in the seat of honor, froze. Stroking his grizzled beard, he hesitated for several seconds before asking,
"Did it rain in the mountains again? It seems the rain was quite heavy?"
Otherwise, why did every one of them look so bedraggled, as if they had fought a flood?!
Director Li: "..."
How dare he ask?!
It was his two disciples who had summoned wind and rain, okay?!
At that moment, he finally understood what it meant when immortals fought and ordinary people suffered!
Rain one moment, thunder the next—who could take that?!
Though he grumbled inwardly, he blew the wet hair plastered to his forehead aside and tried to smooth things over. "The weather on Six-Platform Mountain really is quite unpredictable."
"Well, how about this, Master? Could we go change into dry clothes first? If anyone catches a cold and it affects tomorrow's filming, that wouldn't be good."
The white-bearded master seemed a little slow to react. After a few seconds, he waved his hand. "Fine. Go rest first. You must rise early tomorrow to attend morning lessons."
"Feng Qing, Chenyue, the two of you will be responsible for the production crew's daily needs."
"Yes, Master!" The senior brother and junior sister respectfully cupped their hands and bowed.
The white-bearded master slowly rose to his feet and headed toward the side door of the hall. Yet before he could step through it, he flipped his left hand, and a yellow talisman shot out with a whoosh, exploding directly at the senior brother and junior sister's feet.
A plume of black smoke instantly rose, accompanied by