Elder Fan Ming stepped forward, his expression composed but his eyes gleaming with an unreadable light. Despite having lost control of the situation to Elder Fu, he wasn't about to let himself be completely sidelined.
"Since Elder Fu is the one making it, I shall instruct him accordingly," Elder Fan Ming announced, his voice smooth, respectful, and filled with the authority of an experienced breeder.
Elder Fu raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Then—
Elder Fan Ming clapped his hands.
The entire hall changed.
Disciples who had been standing idly were suddenly given tasks. Materials were brought in. Tools were prepared. The very air thickened with anticipation.
"Bring out the feed-making cauldron," Elder Fan Ming commanded.
