Qin Liuxi felt an itch and heat in her ears, thought for a moment, then took out a few copper coins to cast a divination. She pinched her fingers, reading the divination, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows.
"Huh, Seven Killings Formation, how interesting."
She pushed the copper coins away and, seeing that Qi Huang and the others hadn't come back, she walked out. After looking around, she saw a group composed of one large and two small figures—standing and squatting around the medicine garden, their chittering voices still faintly reaching her.
"I have been cultivating for a thousand years. In that time, countless Emperors in the mortal world have changed, and I have witnessed numerous eras of prosperity." The proud voice of the Little Ginseng Spirit came through.
"Wow, that's so amazing, why don't you die?" Wang Chuan asked curiously.
