Li Xuan hid in the projection booth, simply aiming to slip away quietly while the interview was underway and the audience distracted.
Ji Xinghuo certainly wasn't about to let him have his way.
Suddenly.
The live camera shifted to the opposite side, and after a few seconds, Li Xuan finally emerged from the projection booth. His face was pale as if he had been injured, but with countless eyes upon him, he could no longer just slip away, no matter how thick-skinned.
The host had no choice but to say, "Please, Li Xuan, come this way."
Li Xuan flew over from the opposite platform as a beam of sword light and when he landed and revealed his true form, his complexion had already regained its flush, and he looked unperturbed.
"Sorry," Li Xuan hastened to explain, "I felt a bit unwell, so I took a rest, conveniently giving Mr. Ji the chance to enjoy his moment of victory alone."
"Then you're quite alright," Ji Xinghuo said earnestly.
"Hahaha..."
