Song Jing organized the content for the presentation. Ji Huan then polished it, focusing on making it more conversational and story-like, before finally handing it over to Li Guanchun for proofreading.
By the time they were finished, it was nearly evening.
Everyone passed the script around to read. Perhaps they were swept up in the spirit of it, but they all grew impassioned, eager to set off immediately.
Lu Yu was more rational.
"It's already so late. No matter which village we go to first, it'll be pitch-black by the time we get there. Who are you going to tell the story to in the dead of night, ghosts?"
Wu Rongying, who had been quiet until now, also spoke up. "There's no need to rush. We can spend tonight making preparations. I suggest everyone gets a copy of the manuscript and memorizes it. We're going to more than just one or two places, and we can't rely on Song Jing to do all the talking."
He turned to Song Jing. "What do you think?"
