"Is this the workshop where games are made?"
Walking into Eagle Leap, looking at the programmers toiling away in the workspace, Lin Yueru couldn't help but sigh, while Zhao Ling'er appeared somewhat worried.
"Master, why do these people look so tense and frail? Could it be that this game is draining their vitality?"
"No... let me see, oh..."
Fang Zheng opened his personal terminal, glanced at the date, and calculated the time.
"This is the post-production stage, right... it's normal, it's normal."
"Normal... really?"
Faced with Fang Zheng's calm response, Ling'er cautiously pointed to a woman slumped over her computer, pale yet working hard.
"Judging by her complexion, if she doesn't rest soon, she might only have a few months left to live..."
"Then why not cast a Five Energies Returning to the Origin?"
