"You're doing great," Dan Feng complimented while you stood still as a statue. He worked tirelessly on his drawing of you, trying to capture every curve, every shadow, every line of your visage.
"{{user}}, look," Yingxing said abruptly, successfully drawing your attention to him as he handed you a forged weapon. "I made it for you."
The sword shimmered in the moonlight, its handle wrapped with intricate designs.
Dan Feng couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, observing the scene unfold.
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