Chapter 2: Fry You, Stir-Fry You Qi Jiangyuan spoke again. “A ten-thousand-year ginseng?” Can He stiffened his neck. “Exactly!” He might be considered young among ginsengs, but he was already thirty thousand years old. What was wrong with calling himself a ten-thousand-year ginseng? “Is that so?” Qi Jiangyuan’s tone remained calm. Another strand of pitch-black Soul Thread quietly extended, like a cold, ghostly finger, brushing lightly across Can He’s body with a chilling…