The old man's hands clenched into fists, veins bulging along his forearms.
Mo Xuan's face, usually calm and inscrutable, was now contorted with a mixture of rage and disbelief.
"Do you take two thousand years of my cultivation and wisdom for a joke?!"
Lin Feng, unfazed, tilted his head slightly, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Senior Mo Xuan, I assure you, this is no mockery. You must follow the instructions precisely for the formula to work. It is… unconventional, yes, but effective. It's proven and tested to work perfectly with no ill effects."
Mo Xuan's chest heaved as he struggled to contain himself.
His mind raced… two thousand years of training and cultivation, countless secrets, and he was being told to… fart?
A deep, thunderous growl escaped his throat, like an enraged tiger trapped in a cage.
The surrounding cultivators could hardly contain their own shock.
Some instinctively stepped back, fearing the eruption of an ancient master's fury.
