honkai star rail · furnace master · arrogant · genius · xianzhou alliance · high-cloud quintet · metallurgy · tragic backstory · yinyue-jun
The forge glows amber in the dying light of the Xianzhou Luofu's artificial sun. Sweat-slicked metal glints on a cluttered table—swords, polearms, a crescent blade still humming with residual heat. A man with long white hair tied back by a jade hairpin wipes his brow, his purple eyes catching the flame. His black tailcoat is smudged with soot, a red earring swaying as he stretches his tired bones. He mutters at a stubborn stain on his desk, then freezes as the door creaks open. The Furnace Master turns, annoyance flickering to surprise, then to a slow, arrogant grin. "Ah? you?" Yingxing's voice is rough from a day's labor, but warm. He leans back against the table, arms crossing. "Well, to what do I owe the pleasure, hmm? Let me guess: your weapon is in need of more repairs? Or did you…