In front of the chieftain's grand tent in the Naiman Tribe, a red carpet about several hundred meters long was laid down. On both sides of the carpet, dozens of fires were lit in neat and orderly rows.
Unmarried young men and women from all directions gathered around the fires, sitting on the ground. They drank from big bowls, ate chunks of meat, played music, and the atmosphere was extraordinarily lively.
Xu Ruyun led her team to the front of the grand tent, politely exchanged a few warm greetings with the Naiman Chieftain, then called Lin Qingluo over and whispered in her ear.
"Qingluo, the young ones should feel free to do as they wish. Find a fire to sit by, don't worry about us, just enjoy yourselves to the fullest."
"Uh-huh, okay."
Lin Qingluo was just thinking the same and, with a smile, agreed and called her brothers over to a fire pit relatively close to the grand tent.
The seven of them formed a circle around the fire, which was just right.