Jiang He had no idea what a normal ginseng seed looked like, but the one in his palm was the size of a soy bean and gleamed in gold like a golden mind.
He could even clear feel the profound lifeforce growing inside the golden bean.
"It definitely is a mutated seed."
Putting the bean back where it was, Jiang He smiled. "Old man, where'd you get these beans?"
"My yard."
The old man took out a pack of Hatamen cigarettes, lit one, and grinned. "Didn't the government announce that the Feral threat 150 kilometers within Lingzhou City was pacified?"
"Curious as to whether my old house had been trampled over by Ferals, I went back on a bit to find some ginseng blossoming in my yard."
At that point, the old man appeared to doubt himself and added, "That's why I dug out these ginseng and brought them back. They told me that these are mutated and could be floral spirits."
"Oh?"
"You know about floral spirits, old man?"
