In comparison to the hatred and fury that the Never-Ending Clan Planet realm cultivator was feeling, the feelings that Wang Baole was experiencing were intense glee and delight. He eyed his storage bag and the spoils hidden within and thought of how great life was. He had struck gold.
He was right. The losses that he had incurred might have been great, but he had gained a lot. He had, in fact, gained a golden ticket. He hadn't only recouped whatever losses he had incurred but managed to make a profit out of this endeavor.
I'll just need to go through and organize what I've got, check what I can put to use and what I should sell or trade. His spirits soaring, Wang Baole sat down in a meditative pose and started his preparations for the necessary repairs ahead of him.