Chapter 3: Master Brother

Chapter 3

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Compared to the agitation of the people below, Song Jixing was very calm.

She looked up at the steel wire tied around her body, somehow already halfway loosened, and the remaining half didn't look too secure either.

A few Levya masters were scared out of their wits.

Song Jixing was now three to four meters off the ground. If she fell down and got hurt, they would be held undoubtedly responsible.

"Be careful, take it slow, don't rush."

With a swishing sound, the remaining steel wire broke too.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The timid girl screamed in fright.

Song Jixing had spent many years in the cultivation world and was very knowledgeable about flying.

The moment she felt herself falling, Song Jixing had already decided on the landing position to best protect her head and spine.

She could not act stupidly, nor could she become paralyzed.

A broken leg was but a small problem!

The next second, she suddenly felt herself falling into a cold embrace, and there was a familiar, obscure fragrance.

"Senior sister! Are you alright?!" A clear, clean, slightly delighted male voice rang out.

Song Jixing looked at the man holding her, a whole head taller than her.

Her junior brother.

He was taken in by her master when Song Jixing was sixty-three.

Song Jixing calmly looked over her junior brother and lightly opened her rosy lips, "Put me down."

Upon hearing this, Feng Juechen immediately set his senior sister down. His bright and spirited dark eyes looked around at the surrounding people.

Like an obedient little puppy waiting on standby for its owner’s command.

"Song Jixing, are you alright?!"

"Did you get hurt anywhere?!"

"Should we take you to the hospital?!"

Everyone crowded around, talking over one another with concern for Song Jixing.

If something happened to this actress, it would be a huge deal for the entire crew.

"I'm fine, he saved me," Song Jixing said, looking at Feng Juechen.

The director turned around and suddenly noticed the man standing beside Song Jixing.

Feng Juechen was more surprised at the intimacy of exchanging a palm-to-palm greeting here. He had acted rashly just now.

Under everyone’s gaze, Song Jixing pulled her disciple into the makeup room next door.

“Sit here, don’t wander around, I’ll be right back.” Song Jixing ordered.

“Okay, Senior Sister,” Feng Juechen replied obediently, resting his hands on his lap.

Song Jixing swiftly removed the wig and makeup off her face, then went to the changing room to take off her cheap costume.

The two generations of Song Jixing looked exactly the same.

Song Jixing was born charming and alluring. Even in a crowd of beauties she would stand out. Her eyes were especially pretty, as if hiding a pair of stars inside.

However, she seldom smiled. Most times there would only be a slight upturn of her lips, giving others the impression that she was aloof and cold.

The stars were beautiful, yet unreachable.

In the cultivation world, she was the rather renowned beautiful senior sister of her sect.

But here, she was just an 18th-rate nobody that lived paycheck to paycheck.

Feng Juechen was able to recognize his Senior Sister at first sight, also because of her looks.

When Song Jixing pushed the door open to enter, she discovered a group of people, males and females, surrounding her junior brother.

"Handsome, can I get your autograph?"

"Handsome, can I take a picture with you? What's your weibo username, can I follow you there?"

"Handsome, which crew are you from?"

Everyone bombarded Feng Juechen with questions.

Trapped amidst the crowd, Feng Juechen looked at the people innocently and blankly, gently shaking his head.

Seeing Song Jixing walk in, Feng Juechen immediately stood up and walked over with a smile, "Senior Sister, you're back!"

Breaking the hearts of his starstruck pursuers.

"Sister Song!"

"Sister Song you're here!"

Everyone greeted Song Jixing enthusiastically.

After that accident earlier, Song Jixing's name had been remembered by the entire crew. Or possibly because of Feng Juechen.

"You guys work on, I gotta run first," Song Jixing bid everyone goodbye with a smile.

Then grabbed Feng Juechen's hand and swiftly fled the studio.

Outside the studio gates, Song Jixing flagged down a cab and brought Feng Juechen onboard.

The driver glanced at the two passengers of vastly different attire in his rearview mirror, unsurprised by the sight.