Who Is The Real Cross-Dressing Big Shot?

Unlike normal clothes, Daoist robes were very flexible and stretchy. You just needed to squeeze into them a little to put them on; in Fatty Luo's view, it was like a woman's chest — squeeze them a little, and they seemed bigger.

Using the godly thunder inheritance to knock out two passing female cultivators, Dharmaraja dragged them into an alley, laid them out in a secluded corner, then removed their clothes.

"Brother Luo, it's so tight! My chest feels stuffy, I can't breathe!" Dharmaraja felt like a tightly wrapped dumpling in the blue Daoist robes, and both his chest and hips were bound so tight it hurt.

Fatty Luo wasn't that much better. "If you feel like you can't breathe, then use the turtle-breathing skill."

"Can we really do this?"

Fatty Luo was silent for a bit. "I'm not sure if this will work, but at the very least, the holy array won't be able to lock onto us, now that we've changed clothes.