"Young master, what is this?" Su Qingqing curiously examined the white radish that Song Changming brought back.
Song Changming shook his head; he truly wasn't sure either.
Without the purple flower, it was replaced by an even stranger object. He didn't know if he had gained or lost.
"Why does it look like an ordinary white radish..." Song Ping'an rubbed his chin and said in confusion.
The white radish wrapped in Innate Qi Aura suddenly seemed annoyed, sprouting several thin roots, clawing in Song Ping'an's direction.
"Whoa! What is this?!" Song Ping'an exclaimed in surprise, staring in disbelief.
"Alive?"
"A living white radish..."
As soon as he spoke, the radish, as if provoked, swung its thin roots more vigorously, seemingly aiming to whip Song Ping'an hard.
"It seems a bit angry?" Su Qingqing also leaned in for a closer look, tilting her head uncertainly.
"Hard to say." Song Changming, upon first seeing this thing, was at a loss as well.
