The sky was high, the clouds were sparse, and the blazing sun shone overhead. Every so often, a faintly hot breeze swept past. Of the seven traveling together, Luo Yunji was the first who could not take it anymore. There was no helping it—he was fat.
"I can't walk anymore!" The little fatty plopped down on the ground, tugging at his collar as he shouted in irritation.
"What's wrong? You've only taken a few steps and you already can't walk? Do you want Old Seven to carry you?" Fifth Senior Brother was walking behind Luo Yunji. Seeing the little fatty acting shamelessly, he stopped behind him in amusement, lowered his head, and looked at the little fatty sprawled on the ground as he laughed.
"It's so hot!" Luo Yunji shifted his backside toward a patch of shade, leaned slightly backward, propped both hands on the ground behind him, and cried out with his chubby face scrunched up.
"Wouldn't it be fine if you circulated your cultivation method?" Second Senior Brother Wu Dayi came over and said, somewhat puzzled.
"Logically speaking, our Azure Cloud's Taiji Mystic Purity Dao lets you ignore heat and cold once you reach the fourth level. Little Junior Brother! You're already at the seventh level, all right?" Sixth Senior Brother stopped rather gloomily and turned to look over.
"But it's still hot!" The little fatty raised a hand and pulled open his collar, revealing his fair, tender fat as he shouted gloomily.
"Then do you want someone to carry you?" Fourth Senior Brother He Dazhi stood to the side, smiling as he watched Luo Yunji throw his tantrum.
"No! If someone carries me, wouldn't we be pressed together and even hotter?"
"So why exactly are you hot?" Third Senior Brother Zheng Dali voiced everyone's confusion.
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