The Ice in Tianchi Cracked, and My Plant Became the Patron Saint of the White Mountains.

Who knows? The day after I transformed, I was forced to watch a "horror movie" by the Tianchi - Xuan Bingsha's crampons stretched out from the cracks in the ice, holding half of the ginseng soul of the elder of the ginseng tribe. He said that if we dared to stop it from swallowing the spiritual veins, all of us ginseng babies would be frozen into "ice ginseng candied haws". Now the ancient trees of Wunu Peak are crying in the ice mist, and the illusion of Chumaxian cannot stop the puppet. Even my body hidden in the ginseng field has begun to form black ice. But I sneaked into the spiritual vein core of Huolingfeng, and I won't hide this time - either I use the core to melt its evil roots, or it freezes my ginseng soul. Anyway, this white mountain and black water can never become its "spiritual vein hot pot"!