"Well, I truly haven't given it any thought, but there is no need to trouble you over it, Senior Sister."
Liu Yu paused, then replied politely.
He really had never considered this question before.
Unlike ancient and medieval times, the Cultivation World had undergone many changes with the passing years since the early modern era.
In today's Cultivation World, Daoist names were seldom used outside particularly formal occasions. Only Sects cultivators still occasionally addressed one another by them.
Lineage cultivators and rogue cultivators had no Daoist names at all.
Of course, those who made a Vast name for themselves might acquire a resounding "epithet."
It was nothing like Senior Sister Lu Xue claimed-that one could not go without a Daoist name. Most likely, she had simply said it on a whim.
"Why stand on ceremony, Junior Brother? My Daoist name is Su Xue."
"I was the one who came up with Junior Brother Yu Jiang's Daoist name."
"Since you really haven't decided, why not let your senior sister think of one for you?"
Lu Xue spoke with a face full of smiles, seemingly taking a keen interest in naming people.
Beside her, Yu Jiang rubbed his nose awkwardly at her words.
Jing Yongqing, a personal disciple, smiled faintly, apparently long accustomed to this sort of thing.
"No, no, there really is no need to trouble you, Senior Sister."
"I'll think of one myself."
Liu Yu waved his hand, once again declining Lu Xue's suggestion.
Who knew what outlandish Daoist name she would come up with if he let her help? He knew that many female cultivators harbored poetic sensibilities, lamenting spring and mourning autumn.
Liu Yu pondered briefly. Thoughts flickered through his mind, and his cultivation technique gave him a flash of inspiration. He coughed lightly and said:
"How about