Early morning, before the rooster even crowed, Wang Xiaoyi's knock on the door roused Zhou Dao from his slumber.
"Do you know what time it is?"
Zhou Dao, still groggy from sleep, glanced at the sky and looked somewhat dazed.
At this hour, even the women from Wild Donkey Alley hadn't gotten out of bed yet.
"Where's the book? The one I asked you to bring out last night?" Wang Xiaoyi was impatient.
Last night, he had been busy at the Yuan family residence, his mind preoccupied with the ''Demon-resisting Agency's Chronicle" he had asked Zhou Dao to take out.
"Can't you wait until daybreak?" Zhou Dao snorted, inviting Wang Xiaoyi inside.
"Oh right, have you heard about that incident in Three Suns Town?" Zhou Dao suddenly asked.
"What incident?"
"There was a butcher in Three Suns Town who was extremely irritable in the morning. One day, before dawn, someone came knocking on his door to buy pork..."
Inside the house, Zhou Dao narrated while searching for the book.