"Your master?"
Fatty Xin leaned forward, a flicker of interest appearing on his face. "Your master came to the school? When did he arrive? I'd always heard you had a master... when are you going to introduce him to us?"
"If I can find him." Zheng Qing spread his hands, his tone somewhat helpless. "Other than at the bookstore, he always finds me. I have no idea where he is now."
"Mirror Pavilion, Mirror Pavilion."
Xiao Xiao muttered the name repeatedly, flipping through the black-covered notebook in his hand with a rustling sound. His voice was full of confusion. "I must have heard that name somewhere... where was it?"
"Is there actually something even you, Dr. Xiao, can't remember?" Fatty Xin teased.
Xiao Xiao ignored him. Patiently flipping through his notes without looking up, he asked Zheng Qing, "You said that mirror had no name... but surely you can describe what it looked like."
That was not difficult. Zheng Qing nodded.
"About three feet wide. As for its height... it was two heads taller than me, so at least two meters." He raised his hands to indicate his own height while trying hard to recall the mirror's appearance.
"The base was obsidian, a single solid slab of obsidian. It looked very heavy. The stone was covered in reliefs of little figures raising their hands. All those little figures had their heads lifted, with fanatical expressions... they seemed to be supporting the mirror."
"On either side of the mirror were Roman Relief Pillars, reddish-brown in color, probably sandalwood. The pillar on the left was pinning down a demon, the kind with ram horns and bat wings. The one on the right was pinning down a pair of male and female wizards... On top of the pillars were busts of two wizards,