A ginseng the thickness of an arm, sporting two legs, was nimbly sprinting on a craggy wall.
The expression on Fang Lin's face was spectacular, his mouth watering excessively, making him appear like a widow who had been alone for ten years suddenly laying eyes on a burly man.
Erm, no, it was more like a rapist stumbling upon a bare little beauty all of a sudden.
"This ginseng has turned into a spirit!"
"How can there be a ginseng with legs?"
"Could it be some demon beast?"
···
Everyone was wearing strange expressions, looking at the ginseng with two legs running back and forth on the rocky wall, completely puzzled about what it actually was.
Only Fang Lin, whose heart was thumping anxiously. If there wasn't anyone else around, he would have pounced on it like a dog leaping at feces.
"It's so rare, there's a thousand-year ginseng here and it's almost turned into a spirit!" Fang Lin muttered to himself, rubbing his hands together.
