Pay the Price

About half an hour later, Chu Huan's hair finally stopped growing, and his physical condition gradually stabilized.

Sensing that Chu Huan's breathing was gradually evening out, Jiang Beiran asked, "How do you feel?"

After hearing him, Chu Huan took a moment to recover before answering, "I feel... very good."

"Mm. Then take a while to adapt to this new power. Once you've fully adapted, you won't have to worry about headaches anymore."

The reason Chu Huan had headaches was naturally because he did not have enough Spiritual power, and Soul Power and Spiritual power could be shared. So as long as Da Hu, this super-large power bank, was around, Chu Huan did not need to worry about overdrawing his Spiritual power at all.

While Chu Huan was adapting, Jiang Beiran thought it over and still asked, "Do you know what your father's name is?"

Chu Huan shook his head. "I don't know... I've never seen him either."

"What about your mother?"

"My mother is called Chunhua."

"..."

"?"

Hearing this plain and unadorned name, Jiang Beiran was dumbfounded. The son was called Chu Huan, and the mother was called Chunhua? The styles did not match at all, hey!

Although Jiang Beiran had already basically determined that Chunhua was definitely an alias, since she had already given herself an alias, could she not have given her son one too? Otherwise, what was the point? The moment someone heard her son's name, they would think something was off, all right?

Mm?

Thinking of this, Jiang Beiran looked at Chu Huan again and asked, "What does your mother usually call you?"

"Ping'an."

Now that's more like it.

Although ordinary parents would usually give their sons names with words related to livestock, because livestock had far stronger vitality than ordinary people, using that to