Gods, How Much Do You Weigh?

The True Lord blocked the entrance to the weighing shop, looking down on everyone. “I've cultivated the Dao for twelve hundred years.” “One mark from me can crush a whole city.” “You're just a mortal with a busted scale. You dare weigh me?” The boy climbed onto the stool, hooked up the scale, and slowly slid the weight, chipped at one corner, inward. “Same rule as always: get weighed before you leave.” “Immortal, how much do you weigh?”