[He laughs, because it is absurd, and he doesn't believe him, but it's a lot more fun if he at least pretends to halfway.]

Ooohhh? Tell me about your "cute disciple". [He shifts to get more comfortable. He is just totally stretched out over his loveseat now. He rearranges his pillow.]

So you died, in some manner, and became this... This story book character. Sorry, this "Stallion Cultivator". Well, you aren't in a novel anymore... Are you adjusting well to a life without narration and rising or falling action? [He laughs at his own joke.]

So how did you die?