53 Puppet Dharmic Artifact!

As he looked at Xie Haiyang—who had solemnly pledged his help—Wang Baole sighed, lowered his head, and rubbed his belly, his expression troubled.

"Why didn't it work this time?" His previous few experiences had given him confidence, but today, he had been beaten black and blue by reality. He felt immense pressure when he thought of his future path to losing weight.

Disheartened, he sat on the veranda of the cave abode and looked at the blue sky. Vaguely, he seemed to see the silhouettes of many Fatso Forefathers, causing his mood to darken. He could only take out that handsome picture of himself and space out.