August 25th, the nineteenth day of the seventh lunar month. Moderate wind. Clear skies.
Auspicious for moving, marriage, and travel.
Inauspicious for opening a business, breaking ground, and burial.
Today truly was a fine day for hunting. At dawn, Xiao Xiao got up, shook Zheng Qing awake, and wanted to invite him to morning practice. But Zheng Qing merely rolled over and sank back into deep sleep, groggily declining the Doctor's invitation.
"What time did he get back last night?" Xiao Xiao wondered aloud as he hung a jade pendant from his belt and nudged the equally bleary-eyed Fatty Xin.
The only answer he received was earthshaking snoring.
The short wizard's gaze lingered over Dylan's Coffin, the soundly sleeping fatty, the fat cat, and Zheng Qing. Feeling rather speechless, he ultimately chose to do his morning practice alone.
It was not until after eight in the morning, when Xiao Xiao had finished breakfast and sat on a bench in the ring corridor on the second floor of the First Grand Hall, having read an entire copy of The Twelve Sacrifices of Ramses II and nearly lost his patience waiting, that he saw Zheng Qing and Fatty Xin appear listlessly in the spacious hall below, foolishly looking around in every direction.
"Over here!"
Xiao Xiao sighed, stood on tiptoe, and leaned as far as he could over the railing, waving down at them. "You two, come upstairs! Stop wandering around down there!"
Two witches passed by together behind him. Seeing this scene, they both covered their mouths and laughed.
That only made Xiao Xiao more irritated.
Thus, when he greeted the two companions who had climbed up to the second floor, he was far from polite. "Do you know what time it is? The trial starts at nine! Who are you