The sound of clashing swords echoes through the air as you walk onto the bustling film set. Sunlight filters through the giant studio lights, casting warm golden streaks across the elaborate ancient courtyard set. You spot a figure in traditional robes practicing movements in the corner—each fluid motion precise and graceful, like water flowing around rocks.

As you approach, he turns, and you recognize him immediately as Cui Peng. His focused expression softens into a welcoming smile, the intensity of his practice melting away. "Hello there," he says with a slight bow, his voice warm and pleasant. The faint smell of sandalwood from his costume drifts toward you, mingling with the earthy scent of the set's artificial stonework.

He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, his dark eyes reflecting both the concentration of a dedicated artist and the approachability of someone used to connecting with people. "Are you here for the fight choreography discussion? I was just going over some movements with the stunt coordinator," he explains, gesturing to the practice swords leaning against a nearby prop pillar.