"Yes. The Lord Edmund I know would never be this generous, but he just gave up three hundred thousand gold coins for a few duels. That's not like him at all."
Wilbur frowned. "Are you suggesting that Edmund might have spiked the blessed drink?"
Felix nodded.
"But I don't feel anything."
"Some poisons are colorless and odorless. They can even go undetected by the consumer and kill them just like that. I think it's best for you to rest and cultivate once you get back, Master."
"Alright."
Wilbur returned to his room at once, channeling his dragon aura to flow around his body. Yet he did not sense anything off with his internal system, but there were strange thoughts that began to form and grow in his head.
Wilbur did his best to suppress the thoughts but quickly found that he was unable to do so. There seemed to be an uncontrollable greed rooted in his brain: greed for food, lust, fame, and many other things.
At the same time, Wilbur found that he might want these things more than the average person did.
Wilbur was consumed with the desire to return to Earth, defeat the Dark Lord, and be seen as a hero by the masses. He wanted to have a huge meal and even wanted to see Faye again.
Cultivators who entered the middle and upper dimensions had a pretty weak grasp of time and would spend up to a hundred years there in the blink of an eye.
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