"I refuse to believe you won't die!" With those words, he made his move.
He produced a pill the size of a fist. So smooth and massive was this pill that anyone with a poor sense of smell, unable to catch its medicinal fragrance, would mistake it for a mere bead.
A keen-eyed observer would notice that the pill had undergone three rounds of Spirit Refining, bearing three distinct patterns. After Spirit Refining, its aura was tightly restrained, making its grade impossible to tell at a glance. Yet a pill of such size was obviously extraordinary.
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