The Peacock Emperor rambled on and on without stopping.
Wang Wu did not even raise his head. If he responded with so much as a punctuation mark, he would lose!
Granted, this was a misunderstanding, but there was truly no need to explain it.
As for the Peacock Emperor's calculations, they had indeed been sound—at least in principle.
And even if it had made a mistake, Wang Wu would not have mocked it.
That was simply how an information gap worked. There was nothing to be proud of.
Did he need to tell it about things like the Ape Duke's Skull and the Fire Poison Fragment?
The former could hold five million points of Ice Spirit Energy, while the latter could hold 5.5 million points of Crimson Flame Spirit Energy.
That was one thing.
The spirit liquid in his little cauldron could indeed only be drunk a hundred mouthfuls at a time.
Under normal conditions, one mouthful of spirit liquid could indeed restore around one hundred thousand Vitality Points.
But the issue was that this was the little cauldron's limit for compression and purification, not its storage limit.
Those were two entirely different concepts.
For instance, if one million points of spirit energy were placed into the little cauldron, it could at most compress and purify it down to roughly one hundred thousand points—a ten-to-one ratio!
There was no mistake in that. The Peacock Emperor had not made some blunder in basic knowledge, either.
But what if it was compressed beforehand, outside the little cauldron, and only then poured in?
Back then, the Snow Wolf General had taken advantage of the Stone Demon's possession to forcibly squeeze more than a hundred great demons into juice outside, then pour it into the little cauldron.
That was within the rules too. What