On a fresh, new morning, Yang Wei emerged from his house, stretching his arms and letting out a yawn. "What a stressful day," he mumbled. "Those Green Sanctuary Peak disciples just wouldn't let me rest... they kept bombarding me with questions on how to improve their cultivation," he complained while disappointedly shaking his head. "I barely know anything about their cultivation technique, and they still want tips," he groaned.
As Yang Wei scratched his ruffled hair, his eyes opened to find Wu Fengtian in the courtyard, holding a small pouch.
"Good morning, Senior Brother Yang!" Wu Fengtian greeted with enthusiasm.
Yang Wei only acknowledged his greetings with a small nod. Then, he pointed at the pouch, asking, "What's that in your hands?"
Wu Fengtian grinned and flashed the pouch, teasingly dangling it before Yang Wei. "You mean this?" he playfully asked.
Tiredly acknowledging the pouch, Yang Wei nodded and said, "Yeah, that."