Three minutes earlier, on the fifth floor of Wanxiang City, inside a restroom within the cinema.
"Has he come?"
Bai Qiuwu heard some rustling sounds from the audience passage, so she covered her hair with the hood of her metallic long coat, and quickly put on a monkey mask on her face.
Then she slanted the Jingu Bang behind her and slowly raised her eyes, which ignited with a dark golden fire.
She stepped out of the restroom and started walking forward along the edge of the audience passage.
However, just after taking two steps forward, a tall and thin figure wearing a black robe and a demon mask appeared around the corner.
Fan Gu pinched a flute between his index and middle fingers and halted at the end of the narrow corridor, radiating an unkind aura from head to toe.
"Black Wukong," he said, "I never expected to run into such a character today. It seems that the date set by the Sect Master is not very auspicious."