Steward Shen stared at the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng in awe. He found that Fang Lin had many peculiar creatures, including this strange beast that looked like a radish and could talk.
"Old Pickle, there is a rare treasure over there. If you pick it for me, I will reward you with ten ancient medicinal herbs. How about it?" Fang Lin pointed at the golden lotus in the depths of the swamp and said to the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng.
Upon hearing the mention of ten ancient medicinal herbs, the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng was encouraged, nodding enthusiastically.
"Then you should go, but be careful. There might be demon beasts hiding in the swamp." Fang Lin said.
The Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng widened his eyes: "What is there to fear? I am invulnerable to weapons. I am not afraid of any demon beasts."
After confirming, the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng glanced at Fang Lin: "Young man, remember the ten ancient medicinal herbs, not one less."
