"Who are you? What is your name?" Ming Su toyed with a string of beads in his hand, a total of thirty-six beads, the size of a thumb, made from the skulls of a poisonous snake and wrapped in whirling black mist. His smile was icy cold as he glanced at Beiting Huang, chuckling, "Not speaking? If you don't speak, this Young Master has ways to make you talk!"
Beiting Huang averted his gaze, no longer looking at the string of beads in Ming Su's hand. His grip tightened on the flexible sword he held, and he responded with a cold laugh, "I've heard that before you ask for someone else's name, you should introduce yourself first. So, what's your name?"
Ming Su's gaze leisurely swept over Beiting Huang, unabashed, from head to toe, "Are you from the Central Continent? This Young Master has heard that there's a youth in the Central Continent who specifically opposes the Divine Hall of Judgment. Fifteen years old, named Beiting Huang. Is that you?"
