The early spring nights were chilly.

Yin Huaizhu gripped the balcony railing with one hand, her fingers clenched so tightly that the pads of her fingers turned white.

His gaze was fixed on the south, and he murmured to himself.

"...Don't you want to stay here?"

His voice echoed in the quiet night, sounding particularly heavy.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

The mountain mist had not yet dissipated, as if draping the forest in a light veil.

A large, blackish-red spider, with eight hairy, thin legs gripping its silk, was busily weaving its web on a branch shrouded in morning mist.

Hang Suisui withdrew from her consciousness and felt the spiritual power within her body increase.

Shake the leaves, and the little red flower on top of my head moves.

The giant spider noticed the commotion below and curiously rolled its beady black eyes.

Why has this ginseng plant returned?

Hang Suisui let out a breath, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a large black and red spider that was almost touching her face.

"Ah ...

Caught completely off guard, she was almost scared out of her wits!

The giant spider seemed to realize that it had frightened the ginseng herb.

The eight legs slowly retracted some of their spider silk, hanging in mid-air, a little distance away from the ginseng grass.

"Weren't you taken away by humans?"

It has never seen anything like a creature that was dug up by humans and then returned on its own.

Hang Suisui, still shaken, looked up at the giant spider.

"Hey Red Spider, stop scaring people like that."

She has now learned to use the ginseng's body to redirect her five senses and vision.