After Ethan Smith put on the silver hoop charm, he sat down next to it.
"Since we have reached a cooperation now, we should be honest with each other, right?" Ethan Smith said.
"Hmm," he replied somewhat unwillingly.
Ethan Smith said with a grin, "Then let me ask you, what's your name, what was your previous cultivation level, and who trapped you here?"
A series of questions clearly annoyed him.
But a few seconds later, he finally answered, "I've forgotten my name. All I know is that I used to have a title called 'First God of Slaughter.' Back then, I..."
"So, you don't have a name?" Ethan Smith interrupted him.
"Since you don't have a name, I'll give you one. Hmm... From today on, you're called... Drexel." Ethan Smith muttered.
"Damn you! I'm..."
"Drexel, what's your cultivation level?" Ethan Smith interrupted him again.
He said angrily, "Don't call me Drexel! Call me God of Slaughter!"
"Got it, Drexel," Ethan Smith said thoughtfully.