Nangong May and Nangong Sanba sat on the sofa in the center of the living room, while Hao Ren and the other four sat opposite them. The scene looked like a courtroom, and the atmosphere was more than a little awkward.
Hao Ren felt that the biggest source of the awkwardness was still Nangong Sanba's incredibly flashy name...
"If you want to laugh, go ahead." Nangong Sanba sighed. He could naturally tell from the expressions on the faces of the people opposite him what they were thinking. Aside from Izax, the otherworldly visitor who had no idea what was going on, even Vivian wore a peculiar expression. "I've wanted to change this name for more than a day or two."
"That's your real name?" Hao Ren tactfully expressed his surprise. "Er, names aren't really important. Just search online—there are plenty of people called Wang Daquan or Li Goudan, and they're all living perfectly well... Though I never expected a Demon Hunter to have a name like that."
Actually, he hadn't said everything he wanted to say: Just look at these siblings. Nangong May's name sounded so literary and so graceful. How had it come to the older brother's turn and ended up as Nangong Sanba? He was a Demon Hunter, too—an occupation that, in Hao Ren's eyes, already belonged to the ranks of dark forces and evil organizations. Everyone knew that every villainous group was bound to have a whole pile of incredibly impressive names. Yet the man standing before him was actually called Sanba. That alone proved he wasn't a good Demon Hunter—just as a demon king named Wang Daquan definitely wouldn't make a good demon king.
Considering that saying all this would not only be extremely upsetting to Nangong Sanba, but might also cause Izax to recall the