Elder Fan Ming's expression did not falter.
His decades of experience in the sect had trained him not to show weakness.
But Zou Fang's words had struck a nerve.
The young upstart was calling him shameless.
Calling him a thief.
Calling him a liar.
Elder Fan Ming would not allow this.
He took a deep breath, composed himself, and then—
He denied it.
"Ridiculous," Elder Fan Ming scoffed. "Do you truly think such a thing is possible? Jump four cultivation levels? Do you even understand the complexity of beast physiology?"
His voice was laced with authority.
"There are three major reasons why your claim is absurd," he continued, raising a finger.
One.
"The concept of beast evolution is not so simple. Growth is tied to innate bloodlines, and no external recipe can override a beast's natural limits without severe consequences."
Two.
