"What's your name?"
Liu Wenjian glanced sideways at the utterly obedient Frenzied Troll, and a barely perceptible flicker of delight flashed through his pride-filled eyes.
First, he was pleased by the powerful combat strength he now possessed;
Second, he was thrilled by Lu Li's flawless foresight.
Brother Lu had been right after all.
Within the Demon Domain, among demons, fists were the best way to open a path.
If he had known, he should have just laid hands on him from the start.
He had wasted so much time and patience asking questions for nothing.
"I-I'm called Lump Eight..." the Frenzied Troll answered timidly.
As though worried Liu Wenjian would not understand right away, he pointed at the eight protruding fleshy lumps growing from his chest.
"...Because I have eight lumps on my body, that's why I'm called that..."
"You..." Liu Wenjian started, then stopped.
He could not help thinking of the Liu Family Disciple who had followed him for a year, whom he had regarded as his right-hand man.
Liu Ba, honest and dependable, who obeyed his every command.
Liu Wenjian had done right by everyone, But he had failed loyal generals like Liu Ba, who had remained faithful to him from beginning to end.
Unfortunately, he would never be able to repay that debt in this lifetime.
Just like what he owed Brother Lu Li—there was no way he could ever repay it.
The Frenzied Troll Lump Eight's comical introduction had touched the softest part of Liu Wenjian's heart.
"...The demon prince who controls me gave me this name. Does it sound bad?"
Seeing Liu Wenjian's strange expression and lack of immediate response, the troll Lump Eight became somewhat uneasy.
Yet Liu Wenjian merely shook his head slightly and said calmly, "It's a fine name. From now on,