That's right!
Opening a Qiankun Bag required True Essence, but Master Wang had just sprinted a dozen or so meters, completely exhausting what little True Essence he had. Since he couldn't open the Qiankun Bag, Wang Meng couldn't pay. His only choice was to use the meal as an excuse to buy some time to meditate and recover.
The meal was set up in a small tavern next to the cattle and horse pens.
There was a whole roasted chicken, three cold platters of fruits and vegetables, three small stir-fried hot dishes, a pot of hot soup, and a warmed pot of village wine.
For the villagers, this was a lavish feast, but it only cost sixty copper coins.
It wasn't actually that different from his previous life. In fact, Wang Meng found it more intimate. In the Small Thousand Realm, mortals and the Cultivation Realm were clearly separated, like oil and water. But here, they were integrated, which felt comfortable—it made him feel more like a person of flesh and blood.
