Zhang Xiao walked into the bathroom drenched in sweat. With every step, his sodden training clothes wriggled crookedly off his body.
Like an Aberrant, they made their own way to the laundry basket in a bizarre posture and climbed inside.
Hmm... Scourgify could clean them thoroughly, too. But clothes that hadn't been dried in the sun had no soul.
The neatly folded bath towel in the distance also seemed to be dragging itself along, crawling a little across the floor, then resting, like something out of a horror movie.
When it finally reached his feet, it stubbornly refused to fly up and wrap itself around his waist.
After two attempts, it simply played dead, lying motionless on the floor.
Zhang Xiao: ...
Shaking his head, he picked up the towel and slowly descended the steps into the bathing pool.
Ever since he had sorted out his thoughts and realized that incantations weren't essential to using magic,
he had begun deliberately training that ability, treating himself as an "invalid" and trying to handle most of his daily life through magic alone.
Clearly, he was still light-years away from Haip's level, where clothes could dance the tango.
But a journey of a thousand miles began with a single step. His clothes could already move, after all, and that was a good start.
The auspicious-cloud-shaped pool was already filled with a brown liquid resembling a medicinal brew. His twelve-year-old body had yet to mature, and training as intensely as Zhang Xiao did undoubtedly placed a considerable strain on it.
So a daily soak in a medicinal bath with gentle healing properties had become compulsory.
He closed his eyes, feeling the aches throughout his body slowly wash away as he soaked.
"Now that's nice!"
He stretched his arms out along the edge of the