Michael slowly opened his hands, revealing the four spherical, gleaming pills resting in his palm. Each pill was about an inch wide, radiating a captivating aura. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, ensuring that he wasn't caught in a vivid dream. This accomplishment was real.
Archie's voice resonated within his mind, 'Congratulations, Master. We did it.'
Michael couldn't help but feel a surge of elation. The Relic Spirit continued, assessing the quality of the pill, 'Judging from its characteristics, this pill falls on the lower end of the superior grade. It surpasses the pill we fixed for Shu Hong earlier.'
A wide smile stretched across Michael's face. Not only had he successfully substituted the ancient ingredients and refined the pill, but he had also managed to produce a tier-3 pill despite being merely a 1-star alchemist.
