"Master, how did it go?"
He approached the blind old monk excitedly.
"I lost, what the hell are you asking for!"
The blind old monk retorted, muttering, "Spent all that time and didn't earn a penny, what's the point."
"You can't say that..."
The young man chuckled and said, "To hold on so long under Li Yan's attack is enough. Didn't you hear him say? I'm still young, in a few years my swordsmanship will definitely surpass his!"
"Master, can I change my name?"
"Gousheng really doesn't sound good, not majestic at all..."
Bang!
Before he could finish his sentence, he was hit on the head with a stick.
The blind old monk, looking as if he was angry at metal not turning into steel, scolded: "Look at you, such a hopeless sight, don't you know that a humble name is easier to live with?"
"Wait until you're not afraid of being slaughtered one day, then change your name."
