As Guang Ling Douluo's question rang out, the hall fell silent.
After a moment, someone hesitantly spoke up. "Your Excellency, if those more than nine million Gold Soul Coins were genuinely spent on cultivating talent, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"
Immediately afterward, quite a few people raised their voices in agreement.
"Yes, yes. The Elite Plan alone spends hundreds of thousands every day. His Holiness the Pope must have had his own reasons for doing this."
"Isn't Guang Ling too much of a fuss?"
Listening to the noisy rebuttals around him, Chrysanthemum Douluo clapped excitedly and lowered his head to Su Chen behind him. "See? There are plenty of people with brains too."
Really?
Su Chen frowned deeply.
More than nine million Gold Soul Coins was neither an insignificant sum nor an astronomical one, but once something like this had been brought into the open, it certainly could not be that simple.
So many people were chiming in, deliberately trying to downplay the matter. That was rather strange.
He had noticed that one or two of them had bowed when Guang Ling Douluo entered.
Besides, rather than defending Bibi Dong, they seemed to be fanning the flames and pushing the matter toward an even more serious outcome.
Sure enough, Guang Ling Douluo listened with a smile on his face and repeatedly waved his hands. "No, no, no. Of course I don't mean to question His Holiness's decision. If His Holiness the Pope wishes it, forget nine million—we would fully cooperate even if it were ten million or a hundred million, so long as it was for Spirit Hall."
"However."
His tone shifted, and his expression turned serious.
"As far as I know, Your Holiness, this money was not used to purchase spirit bones or medicinal pills, nor was it