Stopping in her tracks, Li Meirong stared back at the mushroom, crossed her arms together and huffed, "And why should I?"
The mushroom bent the tip of its cap and communicated in a tear-filled voice, 'You know, it's not good to quit things halfway. You already gave me blood and that's already half the contract process. Don't leave me hanging!'
The sound of the Lingzhi's weeping rang in Li Meirong's ears.
"..." Li Meirong wondered whether plant spirits had an inborn ability to render their victims speechless.
The Lingzhi Mushroom didn't wait for her to finish contemplating and hurried to slice a part of its flesh as it urged the girl, 'Eat this and give me a name, Master.'
Thinking that there's nothing for her to lose in making this contract after already having her garden destroyed, Li Meirong picked the mushroom's sliced flesh and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing it slowly.
Next, she didn't ponder for very long before coming up with a name for it.
