It was late in the night.
It was still snowing.
The snacks in the shop had run out, and they only had heated pots of wine to drink.
It was meant to be a sleepless night.
Even after midnight, many people didn't show any intention of leaving.
Outside the shops, the snow fell silently. The early morning was the coldest time of the day, and people could see through the glass window that the thin layer of snow had turned into ice on the street.
However, inside the shop, they didn't feel a trace of chill. When they drank the warm wine, they felt warmed from inside out even though the wine wasn't that hot.
The party lasted until about 5 AM. Mr. Fang was surprised that these cultivators who excelled in battles and artifact-making were also talented musicians of instruments such as the guzheng, lute, flute, and harp. Mr. Fang felt ashamed that he could only hum some Chinese country songs.