"First Ginseng of Eternity? No, no, you exude a strong aura of death, not at all like a ginseng that absorbs the essence of heaven and earth," said the middle-aged man, shaking his head.
The giant radish glared and cursed, "No matter what I am, you'd better let me go, or else when my little brother arrives, be careful he beats you so bad you'll be scrambling to find your teeth."
The middle-aged man laughed, "You have a little brother?"
"Of course, what do you think my status is? The little brother I've taken under my wing is a big name out there right now. I'm afraid if I told you who, you might wet your pants," said the radish, who was in fact the thousand-year Corpse Ginseng Old Pickle, looking quite pleased with itself.
"So, tell me, who is this little brother of yours?" the middle-aged man asked, slightly curious.