"All right, I understand."
Murong Zhiyou nodded heavily.
Murong Yuanyang said nothing more and fell silent.
Time passed bit by bit.
Everyone kept watching the situation of Murong Qingxian and the others.
The farther things progressed, the more shocked they became.
Murong Qingxian had not only gotten off to a good start—she had also continued to exceed their expectations.
Most importantly, they had witnessed her carve her name stroke by stroke.
Although her speed had gradually slowed, she was no longer much slower than Huang Xiaochen and Zhuge Qiyue.
They no longer knew how to describe their feelings.
But they knew one thing: this time, they had been completely wrong.
Murong Qingxian would also shock the entire Ascension City, just as Chen Wen had.
After who knew how long, Chen Wen slowly opened his eyes and let out a breath of stale air.
At that moment, a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.
During this time, he had completely recovered from his exhaustion.
Soon, his gaze fell on Murong Qingxian not far away.
At this point, the movement of Murong Qingxian's hand had basically come to a stop.
She had successfully carved her surname—the two characters, Murong.
But it was also clear that this was already Murong Qingxian's limit.
That was already pretty good.
Chen Wen nodded unconsciously.
As someone who had gone through it himself, he naturally knew how difficult it was to carve one's name.
It required not only strength, but also compatibility.
The former might be fought for, but the latter was something that could only be encountered by chance.
Thinking of this, Chen Wen shifted his gaze to Huang Xiaochen and the others.
Well, this is interesting.
Chen Wen's eyelid twitched.
Whether by coincidence or not, Huang Xiaochen, Zhuge Qiyue, Xuanyuan Wutian, Bai Beichan, and Dugu