"From now on, you'll be called Gao Zhijian," Li Huowang told the fool in front of him, who was carrying a stick.
"I... I... I, I..."
Li Huowang stretched out his hand and pressed down the fool's thick finger that was pointing to his chest.
"No more 'I, I,' remember this, you're no longer called fool. From now on, this is your name, Gao Zhijian, do you hear me?"
"You can read, right? Break off a twig and write it in the ground over and over again until you've completely memorized it."
"Oh..." The fool, who had no say in his own name, turned disheartened and walked towards the forest.
Li Huowang watched his tall figure and sighed softly.
"Regardless, since I said I would give him a name, I must follow through. Let's consider it a gift for his rebirth."
In fact, Li Huowang had wanted to name the fool for a while now; it was really unpleasant always calling him a fool.
