Ye Tianling's face darkened. "Fine, I admit it. Happy now? By the way, fatty, what should I call you?"
The fat, dark-faced Daoist suppressed his urge to flip out. "Who are you calling fatty? This Daoist Lord's name is Que Xinyan. People in the know respectfully call me Lord Que."
Ye Tianling's expression became quite colorful. "A name that truly fits the man. Lord 'Simple-Minded,' my utmost respects."
Que Xinyan naturally caught Ye Tianling's meaning but didn't seem to mind. "It's all my fault for being so clueless as a kid. My scoundrel of a Master gave me a name that sounds like 'simple-minded,' and now it's branded onto my very Soul. Can't change it. So I just roll with it. But when people mention the name 'Lord Que'… hehe."
Que Xinyan puffed up his chest, looking arrogant and smug.
"Never heard of you."
Ye Tianling's simple, honest words sent his pride plunging into an abyss.
