Kaelen Vance picked two pearl-white pills from the porcelain bowl.
The Supreme Tier Six Seven-Soul Pills rested lightly on his palm, pulsing with seven distinct spirals of purple cloud-veins. They smelled of pure celestial dew, roasted almonds, and wild mountain honey. A gentle, seven-colored halo shimmered around each spherical surface.
Without hesitation, Kaelen tossed both pills into his mouth together.
He chewed them twice with slow, unhurried ease, then swallowed. A rich, warm nectar flowed down his throat, spreading into his chest like melted butter over hot bread.
Beside him, Linnea almost dropped her wooden stirring spoon.
“Two at once?” Linnea gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “Senior, the spiritual pressure of a single Tier Six pill can detonate an ordinary dantian!”
“It’s just medicine,” Kaelen muttered, tapping his spatial ring against the iron bucket. “No sense letting good pills get stale on the counter.”
Mina Vance skipped over from the platform edge, pulling a sticky candied hawthorn from a crumpled paper wrap.
