Now everything was well. His third son had been found, his wife had reconciled with him, and he secretly swore to make up for everything his third son had once lost. Therefore, no matter what request Hong Batian made, he would do his best to satisfy it.
"Father, you didn't see the attitude he had toward me when I first arrived. If others show me a foot of respect, I return them a yard. But if he refuses a toast only to drink a forfeit, I won't show him a pleasant face either."
Hong Batian said angrily.
"Alright, alright, let's put this matter aside for now. But my son, shouldn't you change that name of yours? Hong Batian—isn't that a little too embarrassing?"
Seeing Hong Batian seething with anger, the middle-aged man immediately soothed him again and again.
He appeared exceedingly humble.
It was hard to imagine that an existence who had led the Phoenix Clan in slaughtering their way across the vast Star River, terrifying all its major races, could have such a side to him.
If the other supreme experts saw this, they would surely be struck dumb with astonishment.
One had to know that this man was a true great figure of the entire Star River. If he flew into a rage, the whole Star River would descend into utter chaos.
"Father, you just don't understand. Hong Batian, Hong Batian—what an imposing name. If you're uncultured, don't show off. I think my name is quite good."
Hong Batian said with a smile. When he spoke of his own name, he raised his chin, looking immensely proud.
"But, my son, your name really is..."
"My son likes this name, so that is what he'll be called. Let me see who dares laugh. Whoever dares laugh, I'll chop out