Sword Douluo did not think much of it and instead revealed a faintly smug smile.
He said with a hint of showing off, "I'm flattered. It was created by my disciple."
A disciple?
A disciple capable of coming up with a name like that was no ordinary disciple.
At the very least, he had to be a fellow townsman.
Tang Hao watched Sword Douluo's boastful smile, a glint of sharp light hidden beneath his lowered eyelids as he probed, "A disciple? It seems Brother Jian's family has a worthy successor."
The Seven Kill Sword Chen Family was a Martial Soul family.
However, Sword Douluo had never married in his life, so had this disciple come from one of the Chen Family's collateral branches?
Sword Douluo shook his head with a smile, sounding somewhat wistful yet proudly gratified. "I had thought so too, but unfortunately, those little brats were each worse than the last."
"Still, the disciple I took is no less than taking in someone from the family."
As he spoke, Sword Douluo raised his sword-like brows and smiled at Tang Hao. "My disciple is from the Ning Family."
"His name is—"
"Ning Bubai!"
Hiss.
Tang Hao was stunned. That name was impressive.
Far too impressive.
"Brother Jian, you truly took in an excellent disciple." Tang Hao sincerely admired him.
That name belonged to a hugely famous figure from martial arts tales.
He truly admired Sword Douluo for daring to take him as a disciple.
At the very least, if it were him, he would keep a respectful distance upon hearing that name.
"Hahaha, of course." Sword Douluo stroked his beard with a laugh, his brows lifting.
Over the past six years, he felt that the wisest thing he had ever done was accept this disciple.
Though his Martial Art