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... tly on the refining table, arranged in neat rows. A faint medicinal residue still lingered in the air. Grey swept his hand across the table, and in an instant, the pills vanished into his storage bag.
Several days had passed since he began refining, but to Grey, no, to any cultivator, the concept of time was bland and nearly meaningless. Cultivators lived far longer than ordinary people; wasting several days on preparation was nothing worth mentioning.
To Grey, however, this smal ...
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