After I put on the silver hoop charm, I settled down beside it.
"Since we've got a deal now, we should be straight with each other, right?" I said.
"Hmm," he answered reluctantly.
I grinned and said, "Then let me ask you—what's your name, what was your old cultivation level, and who stuck you in here?"
The string of questions clearly ticked him off.
But after a few seconds, he finally spoke up, "I can't remember my name. All I know is I once had a title—'First God of Slaughter.' Back then, I..."
"So you don't have a name?" I cut him off.
"Since you're nameless, I'll give you one. Let's see... Starting today, you're called... Saron," I mumbled.
"Damn you! I'm..."
"Saron, what's your cultivation level?" I interrupted again.
He snapped angrily, "Don't call me Saron! Call me God of Slaughter!"
"Sure thing, Saron," I said, nodding thoughtfully.
"If I'm right, you should be... Peak Form Martial Saint? Or Mighty Realm?" I guessed.
