"From today on, your name will be Fu Ling."
"No." Xiaohua pursed her lips and said aggrievedly: "She is obviously a morning glory."
Xuan Qing stroked his gray beard: "There are many female disciples in Shushan, and the name 'Morning Glory' has already been given to them. Among the remaining plant names, only 'Poria' is decent. Do you want to call it 'Angelica', 'Ginseng', 'Paojiang' or 'Croton'?"
From then on, the little flower was renamed 'Poria'.