C145 Three Round Black Balls!

Certainly, the dull thud wasn't indicative of a failed pill concoction. Some pills emit peculiar sounds upon successful refinement—a perfectly normal phenomenon in the art of pill-making.

Bai You's lips curled into a slight smile upon hearing the noise, having already deduced the pill Chu Mengyuv was crafting. Yet, he stood by his initial judgment.

Accepting the pill with a nonchalant air