Tiger Roar Daoist groggily came to. The moment he opened his eyes, his expression turned vigilant.
He saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Then, his memories flooded back, and he recalled being captured alive by the Iron Armor Man.
He also felt an indescribable pain and a profound heaviness in his body, as if he'd been completely hollowed out, leaving little more than his mind.
"And you are?" a gentle voice asked.
Tiger Roar Daoist struggled to turn his head and saw the Iron Armor Man who had captured him. Noticing he was awake, the man had immediately spoken.
"My fellow Daoists have given me the name Tiger Roar Daoist. If you don't mind, you may call me that as well." Tiger Roar Daoist wasn't flustered, nor did he start cursing.
After living for so many years, he still possessed the proper decorum, even after being captured alive.
"That works. But why not just tell me your real name? Is it tied to some secret of yours?" Qi Suian asked casually.
