Seeing Ding Yi again, Luo Chen found his familiar build and familiar warmth unchanged.
Yet Luo Chen could not help frowning.
After a few simple pleasantries, Luo Chen could not help asking, "Fellow Daoist Ding, why hasn't all this flesh of yours fallen off yet?"
Ding Yi burst into laughter. "Azure Sun Zi, you really are thorough!"
"I was afraid my Dustfall Pill had failed, and that you'd come looking for after-sales service," Luo Chen said helplessly.
Ding Yi waved a hand. "You worry too much. We settled the money and goods cleanly back then; how could there be any later accountability? Besides, that Dustfall Pill truly worked on me."
If it had worked, why had this body of fat not slimmed down?
Luo Chen gave him another surprised look but did not press the matter further.
Perhaps the man cultivated some secret art that allowed him to maintain this figure.
Just like Luo Chen himself. Out in the world, he bore the nickname Red-Faced Daoist, all because he cultivated after consuming True Flame Pills, leaving the skin of his face crimson year-round.
Such matters were fine to mention in passing. Asking too much would only make people displeased.
The pot-bellied Ding Yi walked across Peng Island, his gaze constantly sweeping the surroundings. Praise poured from his lips, along with the occasional note of regret.
"Such a vast Peng Lake, managed into such a presentable state in less than twenty years. Any ordinary independent cultivator would look upon it with envy."
"It is only a pity that some places have not been managed properly. Otherwise, how many more Spirit Stones could it earn each year?"
Luo Chen smiled. "You flatter me."
His thoughts over the years had never truly been on managing Spirit Land.
To reach this scale was already