Fangzheng was not enticed by it as he said disapprovingly, "But I won't go. It's better to return home and make a net than to long for fish by the waterside. By the way, did you dot your i's and cross the t's?" Fangzheng changed the topic of conversation.
That was how Fangzheng was. He never aimed too high without the ability to match it or lost himself to daydreaming. He was pragmatic! He could learn from his mistakes by looking to the past. By doing things well today, he could grasp the future. If one only tiptoes to look at the distant mountains, one will never reach the summit.
After Red Boy's patient explanation, Fangzheng finally understood how qi cultivation was done. Deep into the night, Fangzheng sat cross-legged in bed and began regulating his breathing.
The next day at dawn, Fangzheng woke up, and he woke up Monkey, Red Boy, and company too.
Red Boy rubbed his eyes as he asked, "Master, what are we doing so early in the morning?"
