An eight-hundred-year-old Spirit Ginseng?
Upon hearing this, Shi Hao made his way over and saw that within the narrow valley, both sides were lined with stalls, and the flow of customers was bustling. However, no matter who it was, they all concealed their true appearance and distinguishing features.
Some had a piece of cloth covering their faces, others were cloaked entirely in windbreakers, but in any case, the objective to disguise one's identity had been achieved.
Shi Hao walked up to a stall to take a look.
Seeing a potential customer, the stall owner immediately said, "Brother, are you interested in an eight-hundred-year-old ginseng?"
"Where is it?" asked Shi Hao.
"Eh, isn't it right here?" The stall owner pointed to a corner of the stall where indeed a terrifyingly large ginseng lay, thick as a child's arm, with roots adding up to three feet in length.
This truly appeared to be hundreds of years old, quite astonishing.