Living With My Lady Boss

In the middle and upper dimensions, where countless cultivators existed, and daily slaughter was common, numerous storage rings were sent to various stores. To remanufacture these storage rings, their functionality was often destroyed, melted down, and reshaped into new rings.

As a result, the items originally contained in these storage rings could only flow into the Time-Space Sea. A cultivator with the privilege to enter the Time-Space Sea and select items essentially possessed a vast treasure trove.

Leaving the demiplane, Wilbur was overjoyed. He then looked at the Light Armor piled in a box and tried to reassemble it with his mind.noveldrama

The Light Armor sensed Wilbur's aura and automatically reassembled it, but when Wilbur reached to take it, it shattered again. It turned out that although the Light Armor reformed under Wilbur's perception, it did not truly merge into one.

Although Wilbur could create a dimension, he could not fuse the Light Armor. He was puzzled and disappointed by this.

The next morning, Wilbur and Heaton sat atop a snowy mountain, sunbathing and chatting. Heaton said, "Actually, I once had a woman I loved deeply. I treated her very well. Later, I thought she had changed her heart, but in fact, she had to go on a special mission, which was likely a one-way trip. To make me give up on her, she deliberately sent me a snowman encased in glass to humiliate me, showing her indifference."

He sighed, then continued, "I put the snowman into a storage ring, and in a fit of anger, I destroyed that storage ring. After Linda's death, her mother came to me and told me the truth about the situation. She also said that inside that snowman was a letter from Linda to me. If Linda came back, she would reclaim the snowman. If Linda did not return, then the letter inside the snowman would be her final message to me. I don't know what was written in that letter. Ha, come to think of it, I shouldn't have destroyed that storage ring."

Wilbur saw Heaton blushing with a look of regret and said, "So, you really regret it."

"Yes, I do regret it," Heaton nodded in agreement.

"Well, if I could help you find that snowman, would you forgive the fifty million gold coins I owe you?"

"Ha, what are you talking about? How could you find it? Besides, you once saved my life. How could I ask you for those fifty million gold coins? You don't owe me anything, so there's no need for that."

"Alright then, are we friends?"

"Yes, of course."

"Give me a moment."

Wilbur got up and entered the small cabin behind him. Heaton called out after him, "Where are you going?"

In just a few seconds, Wilbur emerged carrying a large glass-encased snowman. Heaton stood up in shock and said, "This is... Could it really be..."

"Wilbur, how did you do this?"

"I can tell you, but please don't tell anyone else, okay?"

"Alright."

Heaton took the snowman from Wilbur, then opened the glass case and retrieved

a wooden box from inside the snowman. The box contained a ring and a letter. After reading the letter, Heaton turned and gave Wilbur a big hug, his eyes red and teary, and said, "Thank you, Wilbur. Thank you for helping me fulfill my greatest wish. I don't think I will have any regrets in the future."