Generally speaking, an "auspicious date" was calculated by comparing the bride's and groom's birth dates and times against the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches of the proposed day, month, and year, then factoring in the positions of the sun and moon, the stars, and much else.
Pan Long had never studied that method, but he had one question he badly wanted to ask.
Whoever decided there were days unsuitable for me to get married, how many times do you want to die?
Lord Wenchao had once written a novel featuring a martial art wicked beyond belief called the Nine Deaths Evil Art. Its practitioners had to die in different ways, and each death doubled their power.
It sounded wonderful, didn't it? But how was anyone supposed to die a second time?
Right now, Pan Long very much wanted to do the fellow who had calculated his auspicious wedding date a favor: help him cultivate the Nine Deaths Evil Art to its peak.
Why stop at nine levels? The man's status deserved at least thirty or fifty...
Unfortunately, it was only a thought.
Given Pan Long's standing, he could hardly attack a temple attendant or someone like him over a wedding date. Morality aside, he simply couldn't bear the embarrassment.
After a cheerful family dinner, Pan Long did not return to his room to rest. Instead, he went to the training grounds and sat in the empty courtyard, gazing up at the night sky.
The night sky over the Northlands was exceptionally clear, its stars bright, as though they had remained unchanged since time immemorial.
Perhaps the stars in this world really have remained unchanged since time immemorial?
His father's footsteps broke his train of thought. Turning, he saw Pan Lei approaching with a jar of wine.
"You seem a little