Jiang Yumiao glanced at Xiao Wu, the PD beside him who kept making and taking calls, and couldn't help laughing.
The production team was operating like a spy ring. Each guest had to leave at a different time, and even their routes had to be planned to keep them from running into one another.
Xiao Wu and the cameraman had even changed into hanfu, though they hadn't had their hair styled.
When it was Jiang Yumiao's turn, he followed Xiao Wu out, winding through turn after turn before finally reaching the inn's main entrance, where a minivan was parked.
Once they were inside, Xiao Wu said, "Teacher Xiao Jiang, could you hand me your phone, please?"
Jiang Yumiao obediently surrendered his phone. He had no idea which direction the production team would send him in, or what would happen with Ning Chunchi...
He silently prayed that Ning Chunchi wouldn't be sent in the exact opposite direction. That would put them much too far apart.
Xiao Wu then handed him a silver-white Bone Butterfly Mask and told him to put it on when he got out.
After about twenty minutes, the vehicle stopped. Jiang Yumiao got out and looked around, finding a network of streets and alleys before him. In the distance, he could even see the towering Canglin Viewing Tower.
It looked like he was somewhere in the east.
Xiao Wu said, "Teacher Xiao Jiang, you're in the northeast now."
Jiang Yumiao asked, "Does that mean we've started?"
Xiao Wu checked the time. "It's five minutes to seven. We officially start at seven."
Jiang Yumiao stood where he was and observed the tourists passing by.
He almost felt as if he'd traveled back to ancient times. The vast majority of people wore hanfu in all sorts of historical styles. Some