"Both the car and I are called Little Ya, I don't want a third Little Ya." The Sword Spirit started its nagging mode again, babbling away.
Lin Tian felt like his head was about to explode from the nagging and had to agree with the creature.
"What should I call it?" Lin Tian sized up the Snow Eagle, which also looked at him, seeming a bit adorably dazed, unable to grasp Lin Tian's intention.
"Snow Eagle, Snow Eagle, your feathers are snow-white, I'll call you Little Snow." Lin Tian racked his brains and finally came up with the simplest name; he didn't fear writing essays, only naming things.
Upon hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded; couldn't there be a bit more poetic feel or some air of majesty? A king of the skies called "Little Snow" — isn't that a bit disrespectful?
