All of it.
Down to the muscular weakening, the slowed spiritual flow, even the dizziness.
Hao hadn't taken the pill. Hadn't refined it.
Hadn't asked for ingredients. Just… touched it.
As expected of an omnipotent being.
A true existence from the upper realms. A divine alchemist whose understanding transcended mortal comprehension.
Just holding the pill had been enough for him to sense its entirety. The balance, the instability, the fine threading of conflicting properties.
He'd even named each ingredient without hesitation.
The truth became clearer in Ji Yunzhi's heart:
The storekeeper had to be the creator of Cola himself.
Or, at the very least, involved in its production.
No wonder the concoction he tried to replicate had such bizarre and potent effects - he was trying to match something created by him.
The man before him was not merely talented.
He was beyond what could be called genius.
He was… a walking miracle.
