Ginseng was a type of herb.
But had anyone seen a ginseng with the size of a thousand-year banyan tree?
Well, Feng Lin just did.
Its crinkled and coarse feelers that were the size of tree branches dug deep into the ground, crisscrossing and forming a web surrounding where Feng Lin stood.
The ginseng in the center of all was exceptionally dominating and colossal, resembling that of the thousand-year-old tree.
"Foreign visitor, are you here?" A weak voice uttered and from the midst of ginseng feelers, a wrinkled, aged face emerged. His expression was kind as he looked upon Feng Lin.
"Are you the old ancestor?" Feng Lin asked plainly.
