On this day, Wang Xiaoqiang and Wang Pengcheng, the father and son duo, sat together to discuss filming a big movie. Wang Pengcheng asked, "Dad, aren't your friends from the Immortal Realm hard to invite? What kind of stature do they have?"
"Come on, why talk about money? Mortals chase profits, Immortals seek the Dao. My friends are pursuing the Immortal Dao; they wouldn't care for that stinking copper," Wang Xiaoqiang waved his hand and laughed, "Rest assured, they'll definitely do it for free."
"Oh, it's nice to have such Immortal friends," Wang Pengcheng sighed.
Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Son, you should mainly consider other actors, like the extras; my friends from the Immortal Realm have no sense of restraint. If they accidentally kill someone, we'd be in big trouble..."
