"Who told you that necessarily counted as a problem?"
Wu Changkong's question made Tang Wulin pause.
The room was quiet.
Night deepened outside the window, and the occasional footsteps of passing students drifted through the Academy. Wu Changkong stood by the window, his white clothes tinted a cold gray by the dusk, his expression as impassive as ever.
Tang Wulin thought for a moment, then said, "But we used the silk left behind by the Man Faced Demon Spider to absorb far more spiritual energy than we normally could. If the Spirit Ascension Platform wasn't designed to account for that, shouldn't we tell the Spirit Pagoda so they can fix it?"
Wu Changkong looked at him.
"You're still young."
"There are some things you don't need to know too much about yet."
Tang Wulin said nothing.
Wu Changkong turned back around. His voice was calm, but a shade more solemn than usual.
"You only need to remember that the Spirit Pagoda isn't as simple as you imagine."
"It not only holds the soul spirit system in its hands, but also controls the vast majority of Spirit Ascension Platforms. Its branches span the continent. Even the Federation doesn't dare lightly disregard its wealth, its number of Soul Masters, or its influence."
Tang Wulin felt a faint tremor in his heart.
To ordinary people, the Spirit Pagoda was an enormous organization that created soul spirits and preserved the legacy of knowledge about soul beasts.
Almost every Soul Master needed to deal with it.
Yet he had never truly considered what it meant for an organization to be so powerful that even the Federation had to be wary of it.
Wu Changkong continued, "Moreover, the Spirit Pagoda doesn't exist only on the Douluo Continent."
Tang Wulin blinked.
"Not just on the Douluo Continent?"