Han Xiaoxing, who wasn't far away, merely glanced over and then shut her eyes, seemingly unconcerned with whatever Fang Lin was doing.
The thousand-year Corpse Ginseng, after appearing, scanned its surroundings, its sleazy face filled with astonishment.
"Eh? How come this place looks so familiar?" the thousand-year Corpse Ginseng uttered.
Fang Lin slapped it lightly and said, "Of course it's familiar; this is the Purple Mist Sect."
Upon hearing this, the Corpse Ginseng showed a sudden realization and then fixed its greedy gaze on the vast medicinal herb garden within the courtyard.
Fang Lin immediately saw what the creature was thinking and said irritably, "Don't even think about these herbs."
The Corpse Ginseng widened its eyes: "Nonsense, would a great me be that sort of person? These herbs are too young; I don't even care for them."
Fang Lin curled his lip and said, "You're not even human, to begin with."
The Corpse Ginseng was left speechless.
