Yingxing felt that even the wine in his hand had lost its appeal.
Xianyu, why are you looking at me?
You're not going to get another sudden idea and make me work overtime, are you?
I could let making that hairpin slide. It was your confession gift, after all.
But... what do you want this time?
What? Is this because Jingliu said she wanted to cut down the stars in the sky?
For no reason, Yingxing recalled a lecture he had once heard.
Before he had earned the title of "Master Forger," some member of a long-life species had made snide remarks to his face, saying that he should keep his feet on the ground instead of reaching beyond his grasp.
Now, Yingxing wanted nothing more than to pass those words on to Xianyu.
Keep your feet on the ground! Don't reach beyond your grasp!
You want me to work overtime just because of something Jingliu said? To build a Colossus by hand?!
Of course, a mere Planet-Buster Weapon was nothing. As long as he, Yingxing, had a chance to get his hands on one, some time to study it, and the necessary materials...
Even if he couldn't surpass the original weapon, surely he could develop something comparable?
But I don't want to work overtime! Repairing that Broken Sword the people of the Xuling sent over is already enough to wear me out!
Yingxing pretended not to notice Xianyu's gaze and stared fixedly at his wine cup.
Seeing this, Xianyu could only look away and return the clasp of his beloved's hand beside him.
Jingliu was now an Emanator of the Reignbow Arbiter, so she could naturally cut down the stars in the sky with ease.
Others called Jingliu a swordswoman whose equal appeared only once in ten thousand years,