Li Ji's brows twitched slightly upon hearing these words, clearly not approving of the Heavenly Ghost receiving a name from their master as he had.
Despite the reluctance apparent in his eyes, he did not speak out in contradiction.
Xihe stood calmly with downcast eyes, her demeanor serene.
Baili An, observing the flabbergasted look on the flute-playing ghost as if he were either greatly shocked or simply dumbfounded, assumed he was too proud and untamed to appreciate being named without consent and therefore added, "If you fancy this name, I'll celebrate by cooking a red-braised dog's head for you when we return. Then you shall be mine."
"If you prefer to keep fighting us, then let's draw lines and battle it out, though we aren't afraid of that either."
Caught between the choices of a red-braised dog's head and drawing lines for a fight, Long Di pretended to struggle and weigh his options, before eventually opting for a full meal.
