For someone like Old Zhao, a professional mountaineer, they are somewhat superstitious about legends like mountain gods. So, even though Qi Yun visited him personally, his heart was still uneasy, unwilling to dig up that thousand-year-old ginseng.
"How about this, why don't you find Big Zhuzi? I'll tell him the location, and you can have him do the digging."
"As for money... I know you're generous, just give me a little something and that'll suffice."
Qi Yun shook his head after listening and didn't say a word.
The method Old Zhao suggested wasn't impossible, but from a cautious standpoint, he still didn't want the matter of the thousand-year-old ginseng to be known by anyone else.
It's not that he doesn't trust Big Zhuzi, it's simply for confidentiality. After all, the more people who know, the greater the risk of information being leaked.
