Wu Changkong's office was furnished with striking simplicity. There was only a desk, a chair, and a bookshelf against the wall filled with all kinds of books. Apart from those, two chairs for visitors stood outside the door.
Entering the room, Wu Changkong raised a hand and pointed at the sofa beside him. "Sit."
Tang Wulin obediently took a seat. Wu Changkong's dark green eyes fixed firmly on the boy, his tone solemn.
"Now tell me honestly what changes your body has undergone. During the combat training before the Class Promotion Tournament, I estimated your maximum strength at around two thousand kilograms, no more than twenty-five hundred at most. Yet in just a few months, your strength has soared to eight thousand kilograms. Besides that, your spiritual power and every other aspect of your physical fitness have improved dramatically. Judging by the timing, all these changes occurred after that typhoon passed through."
Tang Wulin fell silent. He struggled inwardly over whether to lay out the whole truth. Previously, to conceal his golden dragon king bloodline, he had told Wu Changkong that all the changes came from his second martial soul, the golden dragon. But once a lie was cast out, countless more excuses would be needed to cover it.
Tang Wulin sighed inwardly, filled with remorse. Even though the man before him was a teacher he could trust, he still dared not casually reveal a secret as monumental as the Golden Dragon King.
"Teacher Wu," Tang Wulin said, lifting his eyes to him with a trace of guilt in his voice, "all I can tell you is that it comes from the second martial soul I told you about before. A special bloodline lies dormant within it, constantly transforming my body in subtle ways. As my soul power steadily increases