During this time of year, there was a festival, at first it was just a mortal holiday to celebrate the bring of winter, but soon, it became one of the god's traditions too. While this celebration was in session they would drink the amount of days it took for it to snow from the beginning of winter to the present, when the first snowflakes had fallen in the form of shots of alcohol. There were some that wouldn't participate because of personal reasons, usually ones of abstinence, one of these included Mu Qing. But something had happened this specific year that made him feel the need to engage with this festival, Feng Xin.