"Sit cross-legged in front of the Wordless Ancient Stele. If you have enough fortune, naturally, the power of the stele will come into motion, aiding you in cultivation," the man in white robes spoke.
Fang Lin nodded, glanced at Zhao Shenkong, who was not far away, and then patted his Nine Palace Bag, releasing the Thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng.
"I see daylight again!" As soon as the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng appeared, it shouted loudly. However, it was immediately knocked over by Fang Lin's slap.
"Old Pickle, stop shouting. Protect me while I am cultivating. After it's done, I will reward you with an ancient medicinal herb," Fang Lin said.
The Thousand Year Corpse Ginseng stood upright, snorting disdainfully, "The great me won't listen to others just for a mere ancient medicinal herb, unless there are three."
Fang Lin laughed, "Alright, as long as you diligently protect me and don't let anybody disturb me, I will indeed give you three ancient medicinal herbs."
