Zhang Yukun cupped his hands and said seriously, "May I know your name?"
"Nameless," the man said calmly.
"Nameless?" Zhang Yukun felt a little strange. This name sounded like an alias. But in this world, there were countless strange people. Perhaps there was really someone with this name.
"So, it's Brother Nameless. Brother Nameless, your cultivation is high, so you will definitely be able to fight for our God of War camp! My abilities are low, so I can only wave the flag and cheer for you. Brother Nameless, you must bring glory to our God of War camp."
Nameless didn't reply. He sized up Zhang Yukun and suddenly said, "What's your name?"
Zhang Yukun patted his head. "I almost forgot to introduce myself. Zhang Yukun!"
"Your surname is Zhang?" Nameless said. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Yukun. "Why do you want to fight for the God of War camp?"