Chapter 365: Hundred-Year-Old Mountain Ginseng

The "intelligence" of the Taishui seemed unchanged, but its ability to control its body had clearly strengthened. On its blobby, flabby body, a small "meat bun" had involuntarily puffed up without Suming's intervention. That little clump of flesh detached from the body and floated in the water, drifting over to Suming's side.

Suming grabbed it with one hand, and let me just say, the texture was indescribable – tender meat slipping through the gaps between his fingers, filled with resilience. He felt a surge of impulse in the water...

"Stay calm, stay calm!" Suming quickly slapped himself in the water. Ever since his time with Nangong in Xiangjiang, he had returned more and more beastly.