Back in downtown Anchorage.
Night had completely fallen, as if a great black curtain had been abruptly drawn, blanketing the entire world in darkness.
Along the city streets, lampposts lit up one by one, casting a soft, yellow glow.
Most of the roadside shops were still open, their bright neon signs flickering with kaleidoscopic light, adding a lively and prosperous air to the night streets.
Compared to the remote, small-town atmosphere of Fairbanks, Anchorage definitely felt more like a modern metropolis.
Specks of snow began to drift down from the night sky.
The driver muttered some slang Feng Shan couldn't understand and turned on the heat.
The car wound through the streets and alleys, stopping in front of a restaurant.
"Buddy, this is the best barbecue in Anchorage. The fare is 60 US Dollars. I'm not overcharging you, I swear on the Spirit of All Things."
