"Wow, such a big size, it must be at least a three-thousand-year-old ginseng spirit! Plus the blessing of moon power, I think it could at least be sold as a ten-thousand-year ginseng monster! We're in luck, we're in luck!
Bamboo Mountain doesn't produce ginseng locally. This spirit has grown so large and is likely close to transforming into a humanoid form, having awakened the Earth Escape technique, and fled from the north. I didn't expect it to end up in your hands, Zetian, your immortal fate is truly heaven-defying! You've got your first bucket of gold for cultivation!
Tsk, what a pity, what a pity! This foolish beast has gnawed it to bits! If you're going to eat, eat properly, isn't one arm enough for you? Why gnaw it into such pieces?"
Circling the ginseng remnants three times, Song Dayou got more and more regrettable, feeling more and more distressed, and gave the mole a kick in the buttocks.
Mole, "Meh——!"
