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By eight in the morning, the sky was already brightly lit, yet Xiao Xiao had still not shown up at the Flying Garden.
This gradually made Zheng Qing and Xin Fat Man, who had been waiting there from the start, grow more and more impatient.
"It's almost nine o'clock... How come not even a single Paper Crane has flown over?" Zheng Qing leaned against a large bluestone, holding Poseidon in his arms, who was sprawled across a copy of "Curses, Magic Power Changes, and Magical Might" by Zhang Ji Xin, all the while scratching and grooming the Little Fox and murmuring complaints under his breath, "Had I known, I would've done like Dylan and gone back for a lazy sleep."
