"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.