"Through the High Immortal's grace, we have been allowed to live in this sheltered place. This humble commoner is grateful for your kindness. Having the fortune to meet you here today, I have a request I hope you will graciously permit..."
Worker No. 3 had spotted Ye Fei and the others when they arrived, but as far as these workers understood, the High Immortal was not someone they could disturb.
Yet ever since she had appeared here yesterday, something had been troubling her deeply. If she did not speak now, she might never find such a good opportunity again.
So, even though she might be punished for offending an immortal, she still ran out, bowed and knelt, then stated her request directly.
"Please have mercy, High Immortal. We only survived because an immortal saved us. I beg you to allow us to have names. Without a name, we do not know who we are. Only with a name can we be ourselves..."
No. 3 quickly finished speaking, then knelt quietly on the ground, not daring to raise her head.
She had appeared here yesterday, only to discover that she did not know who she was. A hollow sense of confusion had enveloped her.
After thinking for half the night, she had realized that beyond survival, she also needed a name of her own, an identity, and something to look forward to.
"Of course. Choose your own names and enter them in a register."
Ye Fei studied Worker No. 3, then spent 1 energy point to exchange for a Worker Register, a brush, and ink, handing them to this Worker No. 3 who had possessed self-awareness from the very beginning.
"Thank you, High Immortal... I, I can't read..."
Worker No. 3 held the register, brush, and ink in both hands. She