It absorbed Spiritual Energy from heaven and earth for its Cultivation, not by absorbing fresh blood.
"Master? Who's your master? Don't call out randomly, I don't have such a terrifying thing as you." An Qi retorted.
"Wuu wuu wuu! Master doesn't want little Blood Ginseng, little Blood Ginseng is unhappy. Wuu wuu wuu! Wuu wuu wuu!" The thousand-year Blood Ginseng cried, made a fuss, and pretended to hang itself on the sickbed, extremely sad and crazed.
"Err..." Watching this scene, Lin Yifan was sweating profusely, clueless about what had gotten into this thousand-year Blood Ginseng that insisted on acknowledging An Qi as its master. Could the mysterious power inside An Qi be of use to it?
Meanwhile, Su Qingqing and the others were also speechless, unsure of what this strange thing was up to. Besides, Zhou Jiajia thought the thousand-year Blood Ginseng was quite adorable, actually acting spoiled.
