"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
With a series of urgent voices, a group of old men instantly gathered around.
A sheet of brown Ginseng Skin was forcibly torn off, surprisingly thin as a fingernail.
The Great Elder was sweating profusely, his chest heaving in disarray, secretly thinking it was absurd.
Back when the eight of them together raised this island from the ground, it wasn't this exhausting.
Yet peeling a Ginseng Skin nearly sapped all their strength.
Could it be that this Ginseng King truly has the protection of heaven and earth?
"Should we perform Alchemy or make soup?"
Beside him, an old man looked anxious, his expression full of impatience.
The expressions of the others were much the same.
"If it's alright, let's perform Alchemy! I'm really going to vomit if I drink any more soup."
Someone suggested this, and surprisingly, it gained unanimous agreement.
