Wooyun studied them closely, rolling each pill between his fingers, listening with his senses rather than his eyes.
One of them was the true pill. His goal was to find the real one. He set the three pills before him, arranging them in a neat line. The pearl-white, the translucent blue, and the crimson. Each carried a distinct weight in his palm. He began with the pearl-white pill. Its pine resin scent was steady, grounding. Yet when he pressed a sliver of qi into it, the pill did not respond. Essence was alive; it resonated faintly when touched. This one only absorbed his qi without so much as a whisper. "Well, it's clear you're not the one," he murmured, pushing it away.
