Like ginseng roots, the value of the Bright Sky Herb was directly proportional to the percentage it was intact.

And as the root hairs were basically where the medicinal essence was concentrated, one less meant a major loss in medicinal effect, and with it, its grade.

Nonetheless, Mr. Quaker was smiling smugly. “I won’t lie they were affecting its aesthetic, so I trimmed it off!”

Frank was unsure if he should laugh or cry.

So he recognized the Bright Sky Herb but remained an amateur.

Trimming off those root hairs? Talk about being dumb!

Frank pointed at Zangi. “Why don’t you ask him what happens if you trim the root hairs?”