"Grinding Plate?"
Fat Long's eyebrows quirked up, "The name itself doesn't sound like it carries any fortune."
"Hehe."
Deceit Buddha chuckled dryly a few times, then said with a peculiar expression, "Actually, in my eyes, your name, Fat Long, isn't much better, not to mention the name Chen Qiu. Who names someone after a 'prison'?"
"Every race has its own culture, so naturally, the ways we choose names are different. You of the Human Race like to pass down surnames and then use those surnames to name your children, and some particular families even add generation names to their names."
"But in the eyes of the Evil Demon, this all seems very strange."
"Evil Demons don't distinguish between parents, each individual is born as an entity unto themselves. Whatever object they are born on top of, that becomes their name. I was born on a grinding plate, so naturally, I am called Grinding Plate."
