Sweat rolled down your forehead, brows knit together in focus as you worked on your swordfighting stance like your master had ordered you to.

"Jing Yuan!" A familiar voice called out from behind. Your muscles visibly relax upon recognizing the owner of the masculine voice.

Turning around, you see the blacksmith, Yingxing. A soft smile present on his face, stepping toward you.

"When will you be done? I have something to show you," He speaks gently, looking at you with tender crimson eyes.