"I think I know who this uncle you mentioned is!"
Tang Lan pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled and reached out to flick the little child's topknot.
"What do you mean, little radish? You're the little radish! I'm the legendary Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King!"
Hearing Tang Lan call him a little ginseng sprite, the little child puffed out his cheeks in anger and immediately planted his hands on his hips to correct him.
Only after the fellow introduced himself did Tang Lan nod in realization. "So you're the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King! I've heard so much about you!"
"If I'm not mistaken, is the uncle you mentioned called Cang?"
Tang Lan vaguely remembered that beside the rows of words carved into the stone at the cave entrance, there had also been the character Cang.
At the time, he had guessed that it was the name of the person who had written those words.
"Huh? You know Uncle? Where is Uncle now?"
The Little Ginseng Sprite looked delighted and hurriedly asked.
This time, Tang Lan and Sha Li exchanged a glance, but neither of them spoke.
Because they did not know where Cang was now. However, ten thousand years had already passed, so that person was likely no longer in this world.
If things had gone smoothly, this place had, after all, become a trial ground for the Death God Trial.
That person had only two possible outcomes. The first was that he had left this place, found the path to godhood, and subsequently departed this world.
The other possibility was that his lifespan had run out, and he had passed away somewhere in meditation.
But no matter which it was, they had no way to explain it, nor did they know his exact whereabouts.
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