Forming Nascent Soul
Editor: _Lunaelle
Li Muwan stared at the pill as she muttered to herself, “Something is wrong. If it was a rank 7 pill, there would have been a reaction. Why has there been no reaction?”
Wang Lin grabbed in the air with his right hand. The pill flew into his hand and he carefully examined it.
This pill’s color was cyan and bursts of spiritual energy leaked out from the cracks on the pill, increasing the density of spiritual energy in the room.
Wang Lin looked at Li Muwan and asked, “This is a rank 7 pill?”