"Fat City."
At a window seat in a teahouse at the end of the busiest street, Fat Dragon looked at the brazier embedded in the table before him. He breathed out cold mist, shivering as he gripped a cup of hot tea. "Isn't Fat Prefecture's temperature way too low?"
"This is my first time seeing a brazier built into a teahouse table."
"No wonder the people here are all fat."
"Any mortal even a little thinner probably wouldn't make it through winter."
"By the way, Scholar, why did you insist on bringing us here? Didn't you say we were coming to see some great treasure? Where's the treasure?"
"There!"
Scholar gazed excitedly at the bustling street below and pointed at a woman sitting in a sedan chair. Smiling, he said, "That's the Second Heavenly Dao Beauty. You definitely haven't seen her before. Not everyone gets the chance to see the Second Heavenly Dao Beauty. Don't you want a look?"
It was dusk.
The street was bustling, filled with the sounds of gongs and drums.
"Oh?"
Hearing Scholar's words, Fat Dragon was immediately intrigued. He craned his head out the window and saw a woman seated atop a bright red sedan chair. Eight burly men were straining as they carried it down the street, leaving one footprint after another.
With every step they took, more sweat beaded on the eight men's foreheads.
A whole group of gong- and drum-beaters followed behind them, making for quite a lively spectacle.
Like a wedding procession, the noise rolled closer from afar.
The woman on the sedan chair was at least as fat as eight or nine women combined. She sprawled across the chair, and every time it moved forward a little, the overflowing flesh on her body trembled like ocean waves.
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