Seeing Zhu Xiuxiu doubting his prized possession, Ji Youran couldn't bear it any longer. He was a man who hated to lose face, but his luck was consistently abysmal, meaning nothing he attempted ever succeeded until the very last moment. Huo Xing'Er's father once said that Ji Youran was born lacking nine lives; whatever he desired, he couldn't achieve it without the effort of nine oxen and two tigers. Thus, precious treasures were always beyond his grasp, which only fueled his obsession with maintaining his image.
"See for yourself! I'll go get it right now."
With his chin held high and hands on his hips, Ji Youran snorted, then turned and went into the house, emerging with a medicine box.
He opened the medicine box and took out a specially made container. Opening that, he revealed a ginseng as large as a radish, still crowned with a tuft of green leaves, to everyone present.
