Early in the morning, Ye Yuan was already up.
He did not know whether it was just an illusion.
He had originally been somewhat particular about sleeping in unfamiliar beds, yet he had slept exceptionally well here.
When he opened his eyes and looked outside through the window,
he saw that Old Hao was already standing in the courtyard.
He was practicing a set of boxing techniques Ye Yuan had never seen before.
After washing up, Ye Yuan walked out of the room.
He stood some distance away, watching Old Hao practice his boxing.
If one did not know the old man's age,
then judging from the force and speed of his punches,
it would have been difficult for Ye Yuan to imagine that he was already a centenarian.
As everyone knew,
in ancient Huaxia Nation, different age groups had different forms of address.
For example, swaddling clothes referred to infants under one year old.
Above that, toddlers referred to children aged two to three.
Those were terms used for infants.
The elderly also had their own unique titles.
For example, after sixty, one was usually called a sexagenarian.
At seventy, one could be called of rare age.
Octogenarian and nonagenarian referred to those between eighty and ninety.
And the age of one hundred generally referred to elderly people who had passed a hundred years old.
Because of ancient medical conditions and various factors in daily life,
very few people could live past a hundred.
Thus, people rarely heard the term for one hundred years of age.
If Ye Yuan had not read enough books in his spare time,
he would not have known that such a term existed either.
Looking at Old Hao, who had already reached the age of one hundred,
whether in vigor or bodily flexibility, he