He flicked the paparazzo's camera away with his sword and calmly asked, “Good sir, why did you attack me with a concealed weapon?”
The livestream chat exploded: “He called a DSLR a concealed weapon?!”
The agent, Xiaoyue, clutched the contract with trembling hands. “Sign him! With a hot-search magnet like this, the entertainment industry is about to change!”
“Holy crap! That lightness skill is real?” “Even the special effects team wouldn't dare film a sword move like that!”
Overnight, #MysteriousMasterInAncientAttire shot to the top of the trending list.
When agent Su Xiaoyue tracked him down online, she found Shen Jianxin studying an elevator. He was trying to cut open the “iron cage” with his sword energy.
Xiaoyue stared at the young man before her, his long hair cascading down his back and his brows and eyes sharp as a sword. Her heart raced. She had seen plenty of people desperate to become famous, but this one genuinely treated “walking on rooftops and leaping over walls” as everyday life and “trending topics” as some kind of demonic art.
On the day he signed, Shen Jianxin asked her earnestly, “Does your sect provide meals?”
