I see unfamiliar terms can go both ways. [There is an almost teasing tone to Xie Lians voice then, he isn't entirely sure what this man is talking about but it's interesting to listen to all the same.

But called out again? Xia Lian laughed now and glanced away. He supposed it couldn't hurt. He wasn't boasting. No one knew him here and it seemed that the who, or what, he was didn't matter so much.]

I was once the Crown Prince of Xian Le. I was once a Martial God. And I suppose, after a fashion, I still am. I did ascend again. I could calm myself by that title if I chose. But a God without followers isn't much of a God. So a scrap collector is what I am. And occasional street performer!