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In the distance, Chu Ye's old face darkened. It seemed that Chu Mengxun had taken better care of Gong Yunche than he had imagined.

"Hong'er, what's your chance of refining the Fantasy spirit pill?"

Chu Hong said confidently: "40%!"

Chu Ye nodded his head in satisfaction. To a pill refiner, a success rate of forty percent was already considered extremely high. At the moment