“From today on, your name will be Fuling.”
“No.” Xiaohua pouted pitifully. “I’m obviously a morning glory.”
Xuan Qing stroked his gray-white beard. “There are many female disciples on Mount Shu, and the name ‘Morning Glory’ has already been given to someone else. Of the plant names left, only ‘Fuling’ sounds decent. Or would you rather be called Danggui, Renshen, Paojiang, or Badou?”
From then on, Xiaohua was renamed Fuling.
