But at this moment, Ji Jue hesitated slightly.
It was too successful, too smoothly. He originally thought it would take several tries, so much so that he did not even have time to think about this issue.
At this moment, upon hearing the words, he paused slightly as he opened his mouth, and what appeared in his mind was the scene from the Crack Realm of the past, that aged face, cunning and calm, hatred and peace, imparting and guiding, and at the final farewell, that relieved and easy smile.
He smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at the intelligent being:
"You shall be called... Prophet."
"Rejected."
The resolute voice sounded, leaving Ji Jue stunned on the spot, bewildered.
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What the hell?
In theory, naming is equivalent to establishing a pure master-servant relationship, henceforth, the craftsman and the soul will be one, never to be separated.
But the books never mentioned that the newly born Spiritual Wisdom would refuse a name!
"Why?" Ji Jue did not understand.
