The old man stopped dead in his tracks, completely shocked and flabbergasted. His eyes widened as he gazed at the pill in Wen Ran's hand, unable to process what he was seeing. "This... this... how...?" His words faltered, failing to capture the disbelief flooding his mind.
He had never imagined that Wen Ran would succeed, let alone craft something like this. The pill shimmered in the light, its scent filling the room with an otherworldly fragrance—far more refined than any pill the old man had ever created. He could feel the powerful spiritual energy emanating from it, almost overwhelming.
"A high-grade pill... and it must have at least seventy percent of the spiritual strength still intact... maybe even more," the old man whispered to himself, his throat dry as he swallowed hard. His hands trembled slightly, unable to hide the awe he felt. This was no ordinary creation. Wen Ran had managed to do something that even the master, with all his years of experience, could not replicate.
