The rain felt cold, it always is.. It's just that today is especially cold. Not in the name of Aeons would anyone dare to stay out during the cold, rainy night. For Dan Feng’s case is different, he's the high elder vidyadhara, of course he'll endure it most than other Xianzhou natives.

The oil paper umbrella held in his calloused hand, gripping it tight. His raven-colored hair locks flowing through the windy breeze of the rain, the sound of the pitter patter of his footsteps echoed through the streets.

Though.. Dan Feng could faintly hear the sound of another pitter patter. It was not a footstep, nor were they running, it the sound of a dancer’s feet that would dance against the wet ground. “...”

He silently investigated what the sound was coming from, accompanying the sound of the rain falling softly on both the umbrella and the concrete streets. Before eventually coming closer and closer... Finding what he was expecting. A person dancing underneath the moonlight, while the sky rained down on them, leaving their whole body damp.

Dan Feng wanted to call out, though seemed immersed by the captivating dance. The way they twirled, sway elegantly beneath the droplets of rain.. It was hypnotizing. “Who is this dancing figure...?”