Kill Pan Heng

On a completely empty rock hill without any plant, not even a moss, Green Ginseng pulled off a few beard hair of his and threw them to the ground. Immediately, tender, soft green sprouts grew out in the surroundings.

Circle by circle, the sprouts expanded to the foot of the hill. Wherever the sprouts reached, a faint green mist was released, drifting in the air. Ji Hao clearly saw that touched by the mist, all the other plants around the hill quickly withered and dehydrated, then turned into puffs of ash, dissipating in the air.

In confusion, Ji Hao looked at Green Ginseng.

"We have to be careful, because no now knows which grass, which tree, or which moss around us is spying for Pan Heng." Green Ginseng sat on the ground, took out a pair of wooden cups, then poured Ji Hao a full cup of green juice with a nice aroma.