Jiang Yang gave the Duke of Thorns before him a surprised look, seeing him in a somewhat new light.
You want to know my name so you can worship me and put your faith in me?
In this day and age, that would mean defying the whole world. Young fellow, do you have the nerve?
As though he understood the meaning in Jiang Yang's eyes, Freyr Osman gave an awkward smile and hurriedly said,
"I wish to have your portrait painted, Your Highness, so that every generation of Dukes of Thorns may give thanks for your kindness!"
He had thoughts of clinging to a powerful patron's coattails, but he would never dare make an enemy of the whole world.
Still, keeping it indoors for his descendants to worship should be no problem.
Jiang Yang did not blame him. He placed little importance on the power of faith, and the matter of the poison of faith had made him understand all the more clearly that only power belonging to himself would not betray him.
There was no harm in telling him his name. Mortals would not remember it anyway.
Back then, on mortal lips, he had initially been called God King Jiang Yang, but later it had become God King Jiang, the God King of Kunlun, Haotian Shangdi, and so on.
So he replied calmly.
"I am the Lord of Kunlun, Jiang Yang."
The Lord of Kunlun? Jiang Yang?
Hearing Jiang Yang slowly reveal his true name, Freyr Osman hurriedly searched his mind through all the strange tales of antiquity he knew.
Kunlun, Kunlun-those two syllables sound so familiar!
After racking his brains for a long while, Freyr Osman's expression abruptly changed. He remembered.
Back when he was still young, he had once accompanied his father, the previous Duke of Thorns,