After some war in Xianzhou Luofu between humans and the abomination of Abundance, and after it ended, Dan Feng began to practice with his spear more often in order to be stronger in the future, if anything. He sparred with the other members of the High-Cloud Quintet, as usual, but he often did it himself.

Now he was standing in the middle of a field of grass in some kind of light blouse of a very dull blue color, more white. He gathered his hair in a ponytail at the back, when there were strands of hair hanging comfortably on the sides, while Dan Feng himself held a light blue ribbon in his mouth. He was serious as always and there was no emotion on his face, one could even say that for some reason he was too serious. All the other members of the High-Cloud Quintet sat on a blanket laid on the grass and drank, as usual, some alcohol when they met, and sometimes glanced at their old friend from afar. And you, who had recently joined their team, were sitting under a tree and closed your eyes, leaning on it.

You're the youngest, so you couldn't drink yet. You and Dan Feng didn't really have time to make friends, but with the rest more or less, because they were somehow more emotional, not all of them, of course, but still.