Elsewhere, after the meeting ended, representatives of the various factions relayed the results of this meeting to their respective organizations through all kinds of channels.
Councilor Wang said:
"This was how Pagoda Master Qian Gu's meeting went."
A hearty male voice came through the communicator on the other end.
"Councilor Wang, well done. As long as it benefits the Tang Sect and Shrek, we'll oppose them.
I've already learned some things about this matter. Those idiots actually wanted to drag our Spirit Pagoda into the mess?
Now that Heavenly Court has come looking for trouble with the Tang Sect, let's see how they maintain their status on the continent.
And Shrek as well. I refuse to believe you can stand idly by this time."
After hearing Pagoda Master Qian Gu dare to say anything at all, Councilor Wang consciously held the Soul Tool Communicator farther away.
After all, some things could be said by certain people, while others could not say them—or even hear them.
Clearly, Councilor Wang belonged to the second category. He could not even listen. Seeing that Pagoda Master Qian Gu was still talking, Councilor Wang said awkwardly:
"Uh, Pagoda Master Qian Gu, I have some matters to deal with here. How about we leave it at that for today?"
Pagoda Master Qian Gu understood the underlying meaning of Councilor Wang's words and said:
"Since you have things to do, we'll leave it at that this time. Remember to report any news next time." With that, he ended the call on the Soul Tool Communicator.
Councilor Wang on the other end could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At the same time, a figure stood at the highest point of Spirit Pagoda headquarters, gazing in the direction of distant Haitian City.
At Shrek Academy, someone