When Letian returned, Fangzheng managed to identify what was in Letian's hands. He exclaimed, "Ginseng flowers?"
"Hehe, you have a good eye! Make a guess. How old do you think the ginseng is?" said Letian proudly.
Fangzheng shook his head. "You are stumping This Penniless Monk. This Penniless Monk knows that a ginseng's age can be determined from its leaves. You don't even have leaves, so what is there to see?"
"Haha! Abbot, it appears you really are clueless about ginseng. If not, you wouldn't be saying such amateurish words," said Letian with a laugh. He did not mind if Fangzheng would be displeased with what he said.
Fangzheng naturally did not feel unhappy. Instead, he asked, "Oh? Does it not depend on the leaves? This Penniless Monk has always heard that the leaves determine the grade."
