"Are we... trapped...?"
Chu Xiaoxiao looked bewildered and at a loss.
She still didn't realize that all of this was actually part of the script; she thought something unexpected had happened.
As her words fell, a powerful divine sense swept over.
At the same time, a sharp sword hum resounded in the sky, as a figure flew in on a sword against the wind.
"Who dares to intrude upon my Tianyuan Mountain!"
A loud voice echoed from high above, reaching everyone's ears before the figure, which was still thousands of meters away.
The cameraman was startled, stumbled a few steps, almost fell, and the camera shook in his hands.
When he steadied the lens again, he saw that the figure that had been in the distant sky was now standing overhead.
The figure stood on a flying sword, clad in green robes, looking from afar like someone from ancient times.
"A... Cultivator!"
Someone realized the figure's identity and couldn't help but shout out loud.
