"Opportunity?"
General Ginseng furrowed his brows, holding his ginseng roots to his chest, and muttered to himself:
"I am already a demigod of Medicine, apart from Divinity, nothing else excites me much. What opportunity could possibly stir my heart?"
"You guess."
GuaGua giggled, pretending to be profound and inscrutable.
"I don't guess."
General Ginseng huffed, turned his head away, unwilling to deal with this mischievous little one.
"Have you ever heard of the Merciful Ancestor?"
GuaGua secretly sneaked up behind General Ginseng, suddenly teasing him.
"No."
General Ginseng rolled his eyes, not playing along:
"We shun worldly affairs; intelligence gathering is our weak point. Had it not been for a divination predicting a Disaster, Flower God Valley wouldn't have emerged in this epoch… Stop beating around the bush, this general is quite tired today and wants to rest early."
"Disaster? What's this novel notion?"
GuaGua blinked, inquiring further:
