Wang Wei suddenly craved food after not eating for so long, so he searched for a place to grab something. However, with the current chaos, most places were destroyed or closed. He searched for a few seconds before finding a small restaurant.
"You're open?"
The waiter suddenly fell to the ground. The last thing he expected was someone to appear in his room suddenly. Then, his face paled as he realized something: "Cultivator." He immediately stood up and kneeled on the ground: "Sir, please spare my life."
Wang Wei looked at this poor man and shook his head. The mortals in the upper dimension had a rough life. Although they can naturally live for over one thousand years, their lives are as fragile as paper in this world ruled by gods, demons, and higher dimension life forms.
"Get up," Wang Wei said, and a magical force picked up the waiter from the floor. "Is this your restaurant?"
"I…This…S…"
