Chapter 187

Night had fallen. At Pinecrest Mountain Film Base, lights blinked on one by one. Under the tall pines, an actor dressed in general's armor stood silently. The fire nearby flickered, casting a warm glow on his sharp profile. Across from him, modern concrete buildings stood brightly lit, with crews hustling back and forth, each busy with their own task. Claire stood behind a camera, watching Lucas and suddenly curved her eyes into a soft smile, her tone a little emotional. "Director Dixon, doesn't this shot feel like a general guarding this land centuries ago, just so people today can live peacefully?" The camera hadn't started rolling yet, and the full-frame view happened to catch the modern setup on one side and the fire-lit old-style setting on the other—like a perfect split between past and present. Martin Dixon turned to look where she was pointing. For a moment, he just stared, stunned. Then, all of a sudden, he clapped his thigh hard. "I got it! I know how to change the script now