"The teleportation cost to the Walker Town you want to go to is one hundred gold coins."


    Hearing this, Wilbur sighed with relief and said, "So it''s just a hundred gold coins. I thought it would be much harder. It looks like it won''t be long before I can leave here and head to Walker Town."


    "Hahaha!"


    The old manughed loudly at Wilbur''s words and said, "Young man, you''re too arrogant. It seems you don''t know how difficult it is to get even one gold coin in Buck Town. Never mind, if I tell you, it might discourage you. It''s better to let you stay confident."


    Wilbur asked, "Sir, thank you for telling me all this. May I ask your name so I can repay you in the future?"


    The old man hesitated, stroked his beard, and said, "Repayment is unnecessary. I don''t like dealing with the weak. Seeing that you have a sincere heart, I''ll give you a piece of advice: remember, no matter what happens in Buck Town, always base your actions on benevolence and righteousness. Act with generosity, and you won''t go wrong."


    "Got it, thank you, sir."


    After learning about the Eight Great Families in Buck Town, Wilbur''s body gradually adapted to the city''s immense gravity. He then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to regte his breathing.


    For Wilbur, the most important thing now was to adapt to the energy aura of the middle dimensions. The energy aura in Buck Town was very weak and different from the energy aura on Earth. Earth''s energy aura was like sweet spring water, while Buck Town''s energy aura was like strong liquor.


    As soon as Wilbur absorbed a bit of the energy aura into his body, it immediately began to heat up internally. A strong wave of heat quickly spread throughout his body. The heat became increasingly intense, and within a few breaths, Wilbur had to stop and release the built-up heat before continuing his breath regtion.


    In fact, Wilbur could use dragon aura as a guide to quickly adapt to the middle- level space''s energy aura. However, his master, Orkot, had once said that the dragon race and dragon practitioners were despised by most practitioners in the middle and upper spaces. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, he must not disy his dragon energy in front of others to avoid bringing about his own death.


    Now, having just arrived in Buck Town, being locked in a cell like a ve awaiting selection by the Eight Great Families, with his internal energy still chaotic and not fully recovered, Wilbur had no foothold. His cultivation strength was also significantly suppressed. In this situation, revealing his strength would only get him killed.


    Wilbur had suffered greatly in the past for trusting others too much, so he had learned to be cautious. Until he had a secure ce to stay, he would not use his dragon energy.


    All night, Wilbur practiced inhaling and exhaling, slowly adapting. By the end of the night, he could barely inhale for one minute, using that minute''s energy to enhance his body''s constitution.


    In the morning, the cell was filled with the sound of people begging. The old man stood at the cell door, shouting continually, hoping to catch the attention of the Eight Great Families.