Fat?
Veins bulged on Daoist Duobao's forehead, and his fingers trembled slightly. He was about to rise and "flip the table."
He had roamed the Primordial Wilderness for so many years. He had watched Ancestral Dragon battle First Phoenix, seen the Ancestor Magi rail at the Demon Emperor, and witnessed the rise of the Six Sages!
What corner of the Primordial Wilderness had not seen his well-rounded figure swimming through mountains of treasures?
Of course, none of that mattered!
Fat Daoist...
Was he fat?
If not so that, whenever he got intimate with treasures, every spiritual treasure rubbing against his skin could provide the finest possible enjoyment, would he have maintained this physique?
Did they understand the joy of lying atop a heap of treasures and letting precious pearls bounce across one's belly?
Since the Dao Sect had flourished, even his master had only ever said:
"Bao, why have you become a little more well-rounded lately?"
When had anyone ever used the word fat!
Daoist Duobao's anger surged, but then he recalled that he was currently digging into the truth behind Jie Teaching's fortune being dragged down. He endured it and did not lash out.
Calling him fat to his face was like pointing at Grand Master Xuandu and calling him lazy, pointing at Guang Chengzi and asking, "Senior Brother, why is there another senior brother above you?" or pointing at Huang Long and calling him ornamental, or asking True Lord Taiyi, "Why are you being so weirdly sarcastic?"
Uh, that last one did not seem to be a problem...
Having endured for half a month, Daoist Duobao nearly exploded on the spot!
Fortunately, Li Changshou stopped him in time, frantically sending sound transmissions through immortal consciousness:
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother! Don't, Senior Brother!
Fairy Shi Ji is saying that