The next day, the rain had stopped, and the weather was rather nice. Shi Su deliberately got up early again, and it was just past eight when she arrived at the set.
At this time, no one else had arrived yet; only a few staff members were tidying up the props on set.
Shi Su went inside, picked up a wooden sword used for training, and started practicing yesterday's moves alone in a corner.
Close to nine o'clock, she could hear people outside greeting each other frequently. Shi Su, immersed in her practice, turned in the corner, thrust her sword, turned again, thrust again, and executed a beautiful, stylish leg sweep, then thrust the sword again.
Suddenly, a burst of applause broke out near the side door not far away.
Shi Su stopped her movements and turned to see an unfamiliar middle-aged man. His hair was half-bald, but he had meticulously tied the remaining hair into a small ponytail. His cheeks had some stubble, making him look rugged yet very... refined.
