"My name is Lin Zhixiang, people bestowed upon me the nickname, Qin Chi!"
"Qin Chi, Lin Zhixiang."
"Who is Qin Chi? Who is Lin Zhixiang?"
"Qin Chi, he is Qin Chi, Qin Chi."
...,...
All those present gasped in awe, as most had never heard of Qin Chi by the name of Lin Zhixiang, yet there were still a few who knew of Qin Chi.
And Lin Tian seemed to have heard of the name Qin Chi as well.
The real name of Qin Chi was Lin Zhixiang, yet the name Qin Chi was far more widely known than Lin Zhixiang.
A pair of legs, a pot of wine, an ancient zither, one person!
This was how Qin Chi evaluated himself.
His life was only devoted to the zither, eschewing female company, without any family, his lifelong companion was solely his zither.
Though seemingly solitary, he found pleasure in his own company!
His obsession with the zither had reached such a degree that others gave him the nickname, Qin Chi, which he found very satisfying and hence, he ordinarily referred to himself as Qin Chi.