Back in the courtyard, Xu Junjun once again fished out the antidote for the Mother-Child Pill.
Brushing aside the scrapings of powder she had previously shaved off, she held the pill—now significantly shrunken—in her palm and examined it closely.
She had felt this way before, sensing that the Mother-Child Pill bore a striking resemblance to the Gu-raising arts practiced by the Miao tribes of later generations.
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