As the last ripples of magic in the room faded away, He Xi stretched.
He didn't know how his teacher felt as a spellcaster, but after undergoing several long-distance teleports in just two days, even He Xi, merely traveling alongside her, was feeling a little worn out.
Today was Sunday.
By his usual habits, on a clear morning with a gentle breeze brushing his face like this, there was no better choice than going back to bed for another nap.
"Woof! Stop making excuses."
A merciless bark came from by his feet. "Sunny days, rainy days, snowy days—which one isn't an excuse for you to sleep in?"
Freed from the burden of his thick fur, Bruce looked at He Xi with eyes full of anticipation. "What do you think? Shouldn't I have a stylish outfit?"
He Xi glanced over his bare rear, fell silent for a moment, then looked away.
For the time being, he didn't think this dog needed any clothes. Besides, finding a tailor's shop that specifically made clothes for dogs would not be easy.
Of course, that wasn't an excuse to sleep in. He had planned to go out anyway; after all, he had plenty of other matters to deal with today.
He Xi patted the dog on the head. "I'll take you out for a walk later. First, I need to ask Tata something."
In the backyard.
Trist stood in the center of the courtyard, holding the pitch-black [Killer's Sip Longbow] in his hand.
He slowly drew the bowstring back beside his cheek, then steadily held it at the anchor point of a full draw.
With his eyes closed, he felt the resistance of the bow limbs as they bent, repeatedly making tiny adjustments to the angle of his grip and the posture of his draw,