Qiao Mei hurriedly closed the door and windows tightly and went back into the room to get a glass bottle to put the golden ginseng inside. The small ginseng was still able to rattle around in the bottle! It knew how to stretch out its roots to try and feel its surroundings.
"This… can this really be a spirit…" Qiao Mei looked at the ginseng in the bottle in shock and said in disbelief.
Out of all the ginsengs that she cultivated, the oldest one was only 1,000 years old. The quality of this ginseng was definitely much better than the 1,000-year-old ginseng. This one was definitely at least 10,000 years old.
Qiao Mei sneaked into the storeroom when no one was looking. She took out the good wine that Xia Jun had given her and filled up the bottle containing the golden ginseng.
