Seeing the fleeting look of pity in Xiaobei's eyes, a hint of unease rose in his heart.
"What's happening? He's pitying me? What right does he have to pity me!"
Realizing that Xiaobei was indeed pitying him, he was driven to the extreme.
In his view, Xiaobei had absolutely no right to pity him, because compared to himself, Xiaobei was the one who was truly a pitiful failure to the extreme.
Xiaobei, unaware of his current thoughts, gave him a cold look before speaking with icy indifference.
"The second decisive piece of evidence is the ginseng's root. The roots of a hundred-year ginseng start to bend, but the so-called hundred-year ginseng you're holding shows no signs of bending at all."
As soon as these words were out, everyone looked again.
They found that Xiaobei was completely correct.
The roots of this ginseng were indeed perfectly straight.
"What the hell, he actually pointed out another difference. Who on earth is he!"
