Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 1965

Wilbur restored his body after channeling his dragon aura to rest. "I guess I still went too hard this time."

The effects of the dragon aura surging through his body were terrifying, and Wilbur could only endure half the pressure of the energy surge. Nonetheless, he had filled his body with it at the manor.

Despite the fact that Wilbur had taken his opponents down with just one move, using the dragon aura took a huge toll on Wilbur after it returned to his body. Had Wilbur not channeled it into the cauldrons in time, he would not have been able to keep it under control. Wilbur committed this limit of his abilities to memory.

At the same time, Wilbur also realized that the explosive elements of the dragon aura would weaken slowly after being absorbed by the bronze cauldrons, eventually returning to a stable condition. This was something he had not noticed before, which only made Wilbur all the more confused about the cauldrons.

That wise senior Fremont Skye had created such special cauldrons. Each one was different and had the ability to tame the dragon aura as well. Fremont's powers were proof that he was far more skilled and knowledgeable about the dragon clan than Wilbur was.

Wilbur had a thought all of a sudden. Fremont might have been from a dynasty from a thousand years ago, but he might still be alive now. This senior was definitely a better cultivator than Wilbur and should have mastered an even more powerful dragon aura than regular spiritual energy.

A thousand years was not really that long. After all, the virus, David, had been a product of the seventh civilization on Earth.

Planet Earth had been around for four billion years, and it was unclear how many different civilizations there had been. The people of this civilization of the planet merely had information on history up to around ten thousand years ago.

David was probably the only person who knew how many years there were from the seventh civilization of the planet to this day. He must at least be ten thousand years old to live to this day, and if Fremont was still alive, he would just be around a thousand years old.