Sword Saint Xing's Name

"Pu!"

Zhang Xuan spat out a mouthful of saliva, and he nearly cried on the spot.

Zhang Diaofei… Diaofei, like in the sense of hanging on a noose?

Is this a name that a human should have?

As a father, is it really alright to name your son so carelessly?

"Appalling, right? Back then, I ignored him for days on end over the name that he gave you!" Sword Saint Meng harrumphed indignantly.

"It's not as if you didn't know the circumstances surrounding him! There's a superstition that the more down-to-earth one's name is, the more resilient one will be. I was also praying for an auspicious omen here! Besides, it's just a birth name. We could always give him a more decent official name later on!" Sword Saint Xing retorted with an awkward smile.