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.

sitting cross-legged in the main temple hall. Across him was a long line of faithful believers, kneeling on the ground as they waited for their turn to be blessed by the

and all of

dreams when he was three, and thus

recite full scriptures by heart at the age of four, and then share and preach the Dharma by the age

and had heavenly clouds and melodic hymns following him wherever

was, and

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

Buddhist country, Loja had gained an impossible amount of power at the mere

greatly, and the people of Shia practically

looked like he was barely even forty years old.

followers would come up to Loja one by one, and he would put his hand on their heads while

gratefully to Loja, still kneeling

the afternoon, and the priests announced that the blessing ceremony was done for the day.

at the crowd before turning

Shia did most of his cultivating. It was located right next

where a monk stood guard by the door. This was where he rested, and

the bridge,

kneeling at the door, his wounded, crippled body trembling from

the chambers before sitting down on