Once one person tried it, the others grew bold and took a taste as well.
The moment they tasted it, those who had dug some felt they hadn't dug enough. Meanwhile, those who hadn't were beating their chests and stamping their feet, wondering why they hadn't come along up the mountain.
Jin Qianqian closed her eyes to rest, taking the opportunity to explore her dimension.
The ginseng she had planted before didn't look any different. They stood straight and tall, which meant they must have taken root successfully.
'If I can bring things in with my thoughts, can I pull things out with them too?' Jin Qianqian fell into a meditative state, but the herbs didn't move an inch, refusing to yield to her will.
"What are you up to?" Ancient Wen Heng asked, giving her a gentle nudge when he saw her brow furrowed in concentration.
Jin Qianqian told him about her discovery. "I just can't figure out why it's not working."
