"How should I address you, sir?"
After entering the Heavenly Prison, Chen Ming asked for the name of the First Grade man in purple.
"Tang Shouzheng," the man said casually. "You don't have to be so formal. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Tang."
"How could I—"
"Are you looking down on me?" Tang Shouzheng feigned anger.
Seeing it had come to this, Chen Ming naturally went with the flow. "Brother Tang."
Tang Shouzheng showed a satisfied smile. "That's more like it, Brother Gu. Before meeting you, I'd already heard about your deeds. At the tender age of twenty, you've already reached Second Grade and slain three First Grades. Such a groundbreaking act indeed wins admiration."
"Brother, you're too kind."
"Haha, Brother Gu, your future is limitless. Who knows, I may need to lean on you for support later on."
So, that's what his intention was.
Chen Ming thought, well, you're destined to waste your effort on this.
