C1648 Grade Eight Pills

The first rays of sunlight spilled across the earth as Qin Ming rose from his bed, stretching languidly.

He examined the wound on his hand, now fully healed without a trace of a scar.

Smiling softly, he retrieved a Perfect Pill from his pocket, swallowed it, and settled into a cross-legged position on the bed to begin his cultivation.

He was at the ninth layer of Origin Scholar status