The training hall was bustling with activity. The air hummed with movement and quiet discipline as everyone focused on their own drills, blades cutting through the air, footsteps measured and precise. No one was idle. Every person present understood that this was not merely preparation for a film, but an opportunity that could redefine their careers.
For many of them, this was a rare chance to appear on a major screen under a director like Wen Shaoheng. A single performance here could mean a breakthrough, the difference between being remembered or forgotten. As a result, concentration ran deep, each movement executed with care, each correction taken seriously.
Then, murmurs rippled through the hall.
At first, they were low and uncertain, breaking the steady rhythm of training like a stone dropped into still water. One by one, people slowed, glances shifting toward the entrance.
Someone had arrived.
When they turned, they saw Su Manqing stepping into the training hall.
