The sharply defined face still carried a hint of youth, and the prominent eagle-hooked nose and thin lips made him look quite aggressive.
"Saint Master, don't you think we should have names too?" The Golden King met Old Bai Ze's gaze and spoke calmly.
Due to the death of many weaker clansmen, the Mountain and Sea Strange Beasts no longer formed a structured race, leaving mostly a few big and small cats, and names had not appeared for a long time.
"Your parents named you Chao Yang!" Old Bai Ze emphasized heavily.
Chao Yang was not naturally born but was once nurtured with life by Old Bai Ze's friends, the Golden Crow couple.
"Chao Yang?"
The Golden King looked up, seemingly gazing through the cave ceiling to see outside, observing the Sun that nurtured the earth.
"I am not Chao Yang; I am merely a pitiful weakling surviving in the darkness."
"Saint Master, if you are trying to persuade me, please don't speak. My belief will not change."
