Chen Yang held the ginseng king in his hand, carefully examining it.
But he didn't find anything unusual. Except for the root structure resembling arms and legs, it was no different from an ordinary wild ginseng.
If Chen Yang hadn't personally seen this thing running around, he probably wouldn't have believed it had a mysterious side.
"The Ginseng King—old folks always speak of it like some miraculous treasure, even claiming it can prolong life. Should I give it a taste?" A thought suddenly popped into Chen Yang's mind.
Curious to try, after all, this kind of thing is a rare encounter. As long as it's beneficial to the body, why not?
Once the idea emerged, Chen Yang immediately set it into motion and reached out, ready to pick off a piece.
But just as he was about to pluck a root to taste it, a commotion suddenly came from outside the wooden hut.
Someone was approaching.
Hearing this, Chen Yang instinctively thought that Wang Hong might have forgotten something and returned.