After dealing with the White Bone Spirit, Xu Yun was exhausted.
He suddenly had a taste of the troubles faced by the Emperors of old.
'I only have a few women right now, and I already feel like I can't handle them all. One can only imagine an Emperor's three thousand concubines.'
'Even if the historical accounts exaggerated, and you divided that number by ten, that's still 300 women.'
'Most of them were probably just one-offs. He'd sleep with them and then just forget about them, tossing them aside to be sequestered in the inner palace.'
'The ones he kept by his side long-term probably numbered only a few.'
'After all, love might be infinite, but one's body and energy are finite. It's impossible to be perfectly fair to everyone.'
Xu Yun began to reflect, feeling he had enough women for now. He couldn't take on any more.
'Of course, this didn't mean he wouldn't touch other women in the future. He wasn't that self-disciplined.'
