The "powerless" part was referring to... down there.
"Specifically, what are they saying?"
Seeing Fang Qingyuan's anger, Liu Xun didn't dare to hide anything and reported truthfully:
"These people are gossiping about how since you began your cultivation, you haven't sought a Daoist partner, visited brothels, or shown any interest in women. They say you're more rigid than those moralistic Daoists of Qi Yun and more abstinent than a Monk from Nanlin Temple. As time went on, this attracted slander from busybodies."
"Hmph. My heart is set on cultivating the Great Dao. How could these scoundrels possibly understand such aspirations?"
"Yes, yes. One cannot speak of ice to a summer insect."
Cold sweat beaded on Liu Xun's forehead. He regretted bringing up this gossip, but he was desperate. He had to push Fang Qingyuan to make a decision, to take on a few more Concubines and try to produce an heir.
