Li Qiye flicked the disobedient ginseng’s head as if he was disciplining it.

“Bam!” The ginseng immediately closed its eyes and let out two pitiful cries. It lay in his hand like a well-trained pet.

“What?” She became slack-jawed after seeing this. 

According to the scrolls, this type of ginseng was violent. Her master would need to use a special seal in order to imprison it. What was that flick just now?

If it were so docile, no one would need to learn alchemy...