Ling Feng was mesmerized. An Lan's every frown and smile, her dance moves along with the drumbeats, were deeply etched in Ling Feng's eyes. Ling Feng finally understood what it meant to be "as if a light cloud veiling the moon, fluttering like the returning snow in the flowing wind; from afar, it appears as radiant as the sun rising at dawn, and up close, it dazzles like a lotus emerging from clear waves."
What surprised Ling Feng even more was that An Lan's dance seemed to slowly unfold a magnificent canvas for him, and he couldn't help but become immersed in it.
At that moment, the aftereffects of the strong liquor kicked in, and Ling Feng felt waves of excitement. Encouraged by An Lan's invitation and egged on by the other members of the Snowman Tribe, Ling Feng also stood up and began to dance to An Lan's rhythm.
