The main venue of the Under the Moon Ball was set on a broad stretch of grass.
The entrance to the venue was the back door of the Baroque Architecture building, which also served as the ball's lounge; to the left stood a tall Christmas Tree, with many young wizards still sitting in its branches and singing; on the other side stood a raised platform built from White Marble. It was broad at the bottom and narrow at the top, with a hundred-meter-wide summit bearing only one absurdly large golden high-backed chair.
The Fox Witch led Zheng Qing through a patch of shadow. Before long, they circled around to the stairs at the back of the platform and climbed to the small open space at the very top. Along the way, the young publicly funded student counted silently. This platform, which resembled an Aztec Pyramid, had seven levels in all. Countless elegant Magic Script phrases were engraved between the terraces, seemingly poems left behind by the Ancient Wizard.
"You may wait on the moon platform for a while."
The Fox Witch gave a slight bow, cast one last curious glance at Zheng Qing, and quietly withdrew from the platform.
The male wizard tightened his robe and struggled to maintain his "noble" bearing in the night wind. Even though he was trembling from the cold, he did not dare hunch his shoulders or crane his neck into an ugly posture.
Otherwise, it would become a scandal spread throughout the entire Wizarding World afterward.
Leaning on his walking stick, Zheng Qing rubbed its handle and raised his head to look at the night sky.
The moon was unusually large tonight.
Or rather, it appeared especially large at the ball venue—it was as tall as a person, and a distinct dark shadow could