Inside Thunder Gate, several hot pots bubbled on a round table in a spacious room.
Plates piled high with vegetables and sliced beef and mutton sat to the side.
Eight figures were seated around the table.
Without exception, men and women alike, they were all brawny and powerfully built.
Stranger still, they were almost completely hairless, their gleaming bald heads faintly reflecting the light.
But one among them stood out. He was a young man with a refined temperament, fair skin, and sharp, handsome features.
He had a head of short, black hair, and though his build was also solid, it was nowhere near the others' level.
"Junior Brother, that physique of yours won't do. You'd better eat up."
Guo Yi, who stood a head taller than the young man, laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
"That's right, Junior Brother. Here at Thunder Gate, the average height is two meters to start."
"Hey, what's the point of being so tall? I think Junior Brother's height is just right."
