Seeing the dean's hesitation and obvious disbelief, Lin Chen took the initiative to suggest:
"Dean, words alone prove nothing. We can find someone and test it right here. If what I said turns out to be false, just arrange somewhere for the test subject to train afterward so he can vent and calm down. There'll be no loss at all."
The dean considered it briefly and immediately grasped the pros and cons. If it worked, it would be an immense opportunity; if it failed, they would lose nothing. It was all gain and no risk.
He immediately sent a message summoning his personal assistant to the office.
While they waited, the dean offered a brief explanation:
"He's a younger member of my own family. His innate aptitude is mediocre, and his meridians are narrow and fragile, leaving him with an extremely poor capacity to withstand Soul Rings. He's clever, well-spoken, and tactful, but his physical shortcomings are too crippling. He's been stuck at the bottleneck of a rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster for years, unable to reach rank thirty. He'll be just right for this test."
Lin Chen understood. This test subject was ideal: his innate shortcomings were pronounced, and he had been stuck at his bottleneck for years. There was no chance of a coincidental breakthrough, so the results would be absolutely genuine.
He took the whale rubber he had treasured out of his Storage Soul Tool and placed it in an iron bowl on the desk. Gentle fire-element soul power ignited in his palm, slowly roasting it over low heat.
The hard, solid whale rubber gradually softened and melted, releasing a strong, pungent fishy stench that made them wrinkle their brows.
The dean casually waved a hand. Powerful soul power spread out, forming an invisible wall of air that