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... d the golden pill delicately between his thumb and forefinger, studying it with a thoughtful gaze. Encircling its surface was a faint but unmistakable cloud-like pattern.
His understanding of pills and their grades had started with the inheritance of his predecessor, an old cultivator who had perished in a mountain cave. That cultivator hadn't been a disciple of any renowned sect. A rogue alchemist from the Medicine King Domain, he had barely qualified as an outer disciple of the Medicin ...
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