"Anything in exchange?" Wesley blinked at Wilbur. "Sir, I haven't got a penny on me. I can't give you anything."
Wilbur sighed. "Well, I'm really sorry, but I can't help you. Please go back."
He turned around, heading across the bridge.
Wesley remained outside, crying, and screaming, yet Wilbur did not respond to him.
There were too many problems going on in the world, and he could not tend to everything at once.
What if people came to him every time they needed the slightest bit of help from him after this? Should he just do it, then?
Wilbur could forget about cultivating if he were to say yes to that. He would have his work cut out for him just running around helping everyone like Mother Theresa.
Charles sighed as well, returning to the security room to resume his shift.
Wesley remained kneeling where he was. Wilbur did not kick him out, and thus Charles said nothing either.
Wilbur returned to his room. He shook his head, pushing Wesley out of his thoughts, and entered his demiplane.
Wilbur sat down cross-legged in the space and started to refine the energy of the crystal sternum that was in his body.
It was a pure energy that, despite him having absorbed it, still made his internal system rather chaotic.
Wilbur needed to cleanse and refine this energy to truly make it his own.
Not long after, his body lit up with roaring energy flames as a powerful spiritual pressure filled the entire demiplane.
Within moments, roaring winds kicked up in the demiplane as thunder boomed loudly. It was as though a natural disaster was about to take place.
It was unclear how much time had passed when the winds and thunder in the demiplane finally died down, and the roaring energy flames were finally absorbed into Wilbur's body.
Just then, a complete inscription lit up on Wilbur's body, making it look like he was covered in tattoos.
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