The moment the thought surfaced, he found himself actually jumping.
His dance moves were wilder than ever, and his mood grew increasingly euphoric. He was on an incredible high.
He couldn't even be bothered to swing his hammer and nail things anymore. All he wanted was to let loose and perform the most magnificent dance of his life.
Yuan Fang, lost in this addiction to the art of dance, even wanted to return to his tribe and challenge its best shamanic dancers to a dance-off.
In his current state, he would absolutely win. He would become the dance king of the entire tribe.
Awesome!
At this thought, Yuan Fang danced with even more fervor, completely lost in the ecstasy of his art.
Before long, a sharp CRACK rang out.
"Huh!?"
Yuan Fang looked down at his unnaturally twisted right arm and finally realized... it was dislocated!
He immediately tried to stop, but it was useless.
