Yan Feiqing greeted the first light of dawn as usual by pushing open the door, only to find a single breakfast left on the stone table in the courtyard. He walked over and picked up an apple while Pei Ye was intently writing on a piece of white paper on the table.
Yang Zhenbing was honing his sword moves by his side.
"You seemed to have returned quite late last night. How come you have risen so early today?" Yan Feiqing looked at the young boy beside him with a mild gaze.
"Rushing something." Pei Ye frowned, not lifting his head.
"Either you sleep till noon or stay up all night, your body isn't cooperating, and your meridians are prone to disorder," Yan Feiqing said softly, "You might learn a set of Taoist health preservation techniques."
Pei Ye's interest was piqued, "What kind are there?"
"What kind do you want?"
"Are there any that help seventeen or eighteen-year-olds grow their bones and muscles?"