"Good heavens!" the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng exclaimed, but it had no chance to escape and was immediately grabbed by the hand.
The man appeared to be in his fifties, dressed in a black robe, with an ordinary face and slightly graying temples, exuding an extremely formidable aura.
"Can it speak? It seems to be a strange and rare natural treasure," the man in the black robe said, surprised to hear the Corpse Ginseng speak.
"Pah! You're the treasure, your whole family is full of treasures! Put me down now, or I'll beat you until you cry for your daddy!" the Corpse Ginseng said fiercely, though its face couldn't quite manage a fierce expression and only looked more lewd.
The man in black didn't get angry; he simply found the Corpse Ginseng very peculiar, having never seen such a creature before. He now inspected it, looking it up and down.
The Corpse Ginseng, feeling uneasy under the man's stare, glared back at him continuously.