Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

Chapter 1262

Countless information flooded Wilbur's soul, leaving him unconscious for over half an hour before he finally woke up.

Wilbur opened his eyes, getting to his feet as he mumbled to himself, "That was the reward? What now?"

After remaining in the same position for a while, Wilbur cursed out loud.

"You were just trying to get me to contribute more, you old geezer! Where the hell am I supposed to find so many contributions, huh? How dare you call yourself a god, luring and baiting me so shamelessly?"

After yelling for a few minutes, Wilbur seemed to be a little scared as his head shrank back into his neck and he stole a wary glance at the Dragon's Altar.

Upon making sure that the old dragon's consciousness had long since disappeared, Wilbur sneered coldly and left his demiplane.

The next morning.

Roshan and the others sent Wilbur to the airport and parted ways with him wistfully.

Wilbur boarded the plane with Ryder to return to Seechertown. Roshan and the others waited until the plane had completely disappeared from their sight before leaving, overwhelmed with emotion.

Over at the Sleeping Buddha Temple in Gamuda City, the capital of Shai.

in the main temple hall. Across him was a long line of faithful believers, kneeling on

of its people including the

been visited by the gods in his dreams when he was three, and thus sent to live at the

and preach the Dharma by the age of five. By the age of ten,

celestial monk status by the age of 20 and had heavenly clouds

who Loja was, and they were certain

of thirty, Loja was made national chaplain to control everything related to Buddhism in

Shia was a Buddhist country, Loja had gained an impossible amount of power

king of Shia respected him greatly, and the people

his sixties, but his appearance looked like he was barely even forty years old. He lounged on his throne in dazzling golden robes,

to Loja one by one, and he would put his hand on their

to Loja, still

the blessing ceremony was done for the day. Those who were not blessed in time were dismayed, but still sent Loja off

the crowd before turning

Shia did most of his cultivating. It was located right next to the royal palace, and the temple was decked out every bit as luxuriously as

at the back, where a monk stood guard by the door. This was where he rested, and others were prohibited from entering.

across the bridge,

be seen was Kamura kneeling at the door, his wounded, crippled body trembling

and headed into the chambers before sitting down on a red wooden chair in the vast living