The drama Shen Lian was making a cameo in was called "Ethereal Immortal Journey," and he played the "Immortal Venerable Restraining Intent." With his natural looks, makeup and styling had never posed a challenge for his stylists.
Online, Zheng Ge's fans had already been thoroughly routed. Although one or two members of the lead cast had weak acting skills, the script was good. It was clearly something Dai Tong and several screenwriters had poured their hearts into, and quite a few veteran filmmakers had joined the discussion. If Zheng Ge's fans kept kicking up a fuss now, they would really be out of line.
Shen Lian scrolled through Weibo, his expression indifferent.
A gap had already opened up between him and Zheng Ge. If the man wanted to catch up now, he could keep dreaming.
"Mr. Shen." The stylist couldn't help marveling, "White hair really suits you."
Shen Lian looked up at the mirror. In the drama, the Immortal Venerable Restraining Intent not only had white hair, but wore it loose. When still, he seemed like verdant mountains and pristine waters appearing before one's eyes, ten thousand years of depth flowing gently through him. Once he took up his sword, however, the Six Realms trembled beneath his awe-inspiring might.
Shen Lian nodded. "Thank you."
Once the stylist left, he hurriedly took a mirror selfie. Who he sent it to went without saying.
Chu Yilan silently gazed at his phone for several dozen seconds, as though his deep, dark eyes had swallowed an unspeakably sensual scene.
A smile soon surfaced in his eyes. He saved the photo with a tap, then moved it into an encrypted album.
Wire work and memorizing lines were no problem for Shen Lian. The director kept telling Chang Qing, "You've really got an eye for talent.