"What is your name again? I really cannot seem to remember."
Li Qingyun looked at the elderly man in black, pressing a hand to his brow in a thoughtful pose.
I am completely in the dark here, and my status as young master relies entirely on a single drop of blood.
In his eyes, this elderly man in black was a figure at the Great Perfection of the Ninth Realm, and his strength could be considered quite good.
Yet the power within the old man seemed bound by the "Abyss" seal between his brows, so his cultivation for this lifetime could only stagnate at the Ninth Realm, unable to transform into a Haotian.
Hearing the inquiry about his name, the elderly man in black shuddered slightly, lowering his grey head even further as he replied with utmost caution:
"This old slave is Mu Qi, merely a lowly servant beneath the Abyss Li Clan, so how could I possibly have a true name!"
A dignified Great Perfection Ninth Realm expert was actually reduced to such lowliness!
He did not even have a proper given name, answering only to the designation of a slave.
Names of mere numbers were naturally given at the whim of the master household for easy recall among the clan's servants.
The old man was called Mu Qi rather than Li Qi or Abyss Li Qi because he lacked the qualification to bear the Li surname; yet to indicate his affiliation, he took the "Mu" character split from the "Li" character to serve as his slave surname.
This Abyss Clan truly lives up to its name as a superior clan—how utterly tyrannical. All living beings and myriad clans can only grovel beneath the feet of the superior clan, humbly calling themselves slaves...
Struck by a sudden thought, Li