Song Jiason returned to the residence and handed two Elixirs to Song Zhiyi. "These Elixirs will increase your strength. Take them and go to sleep immediately."
Song Zhiyi said, "Dad, this is my first time entering the arena. I want to stretch my muscles and practice a bit."
Song Jiason frowned. "The fight is tomorrow. What's the use of practicing now?"
Song Zhiyi scratched his head. "Dad, my master always said, 'Sharpening your weapon before battle is never too late!'"
He had been studying martial arts away from home since he was young, spending more time with his master than with his father. He would often begin with, "My master once said."
Song Jiason extremely disliked this catchphrase. "Stop spouting such nonsense! If I tell you to sleep, then sleep immediately!"
Song Zhiyi didn't dare to disobey. After lunch, he took the Elixirs and went to bed early.
The Elixirs worked quickly. Song Zhiyi slept until one o'clock in the morning when Song Jiason woke him.
