"Such a precious thing, how can you give it to me to eat? Won't you have some yourself?" I held the peach in both hands and earnestly offered it to Yu Longting.
Yu Longting couldn't help but chuckle, "Peaches can only replenish lost Spiritual Power and incidentally nourish a woman's womb, wasteful for me to consume."
A person's body is like a container; a larger container can hold more Spiritual Power.
Yu Longting, having been murdered by my father and sewn into the cheongsam, had his bodily container shrink from a boundless ocean to a small pond.
Thus, the need for me to maintain the cheongsam and expand the container.
Otherwise, no matter how much Spiritual Power was replenished, it would be of no help to him.
"Oh," I said, feeling somewhat guilty as I bowed my head and bit into the peach in my hand.
Just through the taste buds one could sense the subtle difference between this eight-hundred-year peach and one that was a thousand years old.
