"I'm telling you, I'm telling you, don't kill me."
Ginseng Spirit felt real fear only at that moment, his roots drooped down, looking lifeless.
Little Kingfisher chimed in from the side: "It should lead us on our way. We can look around as we go."
"Okay."
Lin Qingluo agreed gladly, and a gentle spiritual force flew from her palm, turning Ginseng Spirit back.
"This thing... it really sticks out like a sore thumb."
Little Kingfisher sneered disdainfully at the listless Ginseng Spirit, and suggested to her master: "Why not put it in a bamboo tube? Drill a few holes for air, as long as it doesn't suffocate."
The Ginseng Spirit shivered uncontrollably. It cautiously lifted its eyelids to sneak a glance at the two.
"Makes sense, shall we do it?"
Lin Qingluo pretended not to see its small movements, and a flash of light in her palm brought out a bamboo tube from the Storage Ring.
"Oh dear, why does my life have to be this hard."