Lin Qingluo smiled, "Any information about the Psychic Fruit?"
"Nothing within a hundred miles."
The Ginseng Spirit sat on the lid of the basket, shaking its ginseng whiskers, resembling an old man with long eyebrows and whiskers reaching the ground.
"Psychic Fruit is rare and precious, it's hard to encounter unless you have exceptional luck."
Lin Qingluo nodded, "I'll leave it to you then, try your best to find it, and there'll be rewards."
"Hehe, Old Ginseng will do everything possible to find the Psychic Fruit."
Upon hearing about a reward, the Ginseng Spirit's eyes brightened, and its whiskers shook with excitement.
"It's getting late, you should go back to the Blessed Land to rest first, and then come out again tomorrow when the time is right."
Lin Qingluo said with a smile, and upon her words, she called forth the Blessed Land and sent Old Ginseng inside.
"Sister, try the wild fruit I picked."
Lin Yixuan happily ran over with a few cleaned wild fruits in his hands.