Elder Fan Ming's eyes remained glued to the parchment, his fingers tracing the lines of ink as if the words themselves carried hidden secrets. His brow furrowed so deeply it seemed carved into his face.
His lips moved as he murmured, barely audible, lost in thought.
"No… no, this ratio shouldn't work. But if I compare it to the energy distribution model of high-tier beasts, it actually… stabilizes? No, wait… if this is interacting with that component, then what about the secondary absorption pathway? If Zou Fang adjusted this, that means—"
His voice trailed off, his mind sinking deeper into the labyrinth of theory and formulas.
The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone watched.
Disciples who had once been laughing at Zou Fang now exchanged nervous glances.
Minutes passed.
No one dared to interrupt.
Elder Fan Ming continued murmuring, flipping the parchment over, scratching at the edges, his fingers tightening around it as if he might crush it in frustration.
