Fang Qingyuan first swept the burly mortal with his Divine Sense. After confirming he was just a butcher who, despite the strong smell of blood, carried nothing unclean, he shifted his attention to Lou Yuan.
The teenager was only at the First-Layer Qi Cultivation. Though he could use Magical Power to levitate objects, he couldn't maintain it for long. Sure enough, once out of the butcher's sight, Lou Yuan frowned, withdrew his Magical Power, and chose to carry the half-side of pork on his own back, trudging silently ahead.
'Why didn't he use a storage pouch?'
Clearly, with his current finances, Lou Yuan couldn't afford one. A single one-meter storage pouch cost around fifty Low-grade Spirit Stones. As a First-Layer Qi Cultivation disciple, if he relied only on the sect's stipend, it would take him a very long time to save up for his own.
