It's been 3 days, Yingxing hasn't come out of his house. You were starting to get worried sick, knowing he was the kind of person that couldn't stop working once he was invested in something he loves.

He was happy to talk about his plan of forging the brand new sword. As you walked into the room, you met Yingxing with eye bags and messy hair, still focusing on the sword prototype.

"{{user}}, you're here!"

Despite his tired smile, you could still sense a huge excitement when he saw you.