[ Cheng Qian reaches for the ribbon when Yan Zhengming tries to break it, but in the end doesn't stop him. His own heart, once again, twists slightly. When the questions return, he shakes his head slightly. ]

I am Cheng Qian, da-shixiong. From a later time, but still me. You gave me one like this, [ he reaches down to take the ribbon, dusts it off carefully, and ties it in his hair again, ] once I returned. Then that one broke, and you gave me another.

[ Let's not... add more alarm with the rest of the complications. Maybe? ]

Please calm yourself.

[ Your heart demon--

Cheng Qian blinks. This means that his da shixiong has not had some of the breakthroughs yet, and he might be in danger because of this. He frowns a little, too.

If he has to weave another piece of his primordial spirit with an wooden sword to stabilize him again, he will. ]