In the early morning of late autumn, a soft, lingering drizzle drifted outside.
The air was thick with damp cold. The moment Luo Xiwen stepped out of the hotel, the wind chilled her to the bone, as if a deep cold had seeped straight from her marrow.
She had always worn top-grade robes, so she had never felt much of a difference whether it was bitterly cold or blazing hot. When had she ever suffered like this?
Only then did Luo Xiwen notice that many of the cultivators on the street had draped cotton robes or blankets over their magical robes to ward off the chill of late autumn.
Only cultivators who could afford genuine magical robes could go out with nothing more than a robe draped over their shoulders, like her.
The girl hugged her arms and hurried toward the loose-stall market in the city.
Su Fan had forcibly suppressed her cultivation to the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. Not only could she no longer ward off the cold, she could not even survive without food.
She was cold and hungry. The chill of late autumn had numbed her from head to toe, and her stomach had begun to rumble.
Luo Xiwen ran into an eatery by the street and found a table. The cold in her body eased considerably at once.
She picked up the menu on the table and glanced at it, and her expression immediately changed.
Even in a place like Dongli Village, where prices were relatively low, she still could not afford to eat here.
Luo Xiwen gave a bitter smile. She had only a few dozen spirit stones in her pocket now. If she ate a meal here, she would be left without a single coin.
She sat there waiting for a while, then got