Everything still seemed to be going smoothly.
Both of their auras were steady. Ning Rongrong was progressing a little faster and was nearly finished now.
It was certain that this child would obtain a ten-thousand-year soul ring. As for its age, it probably would not compare to Zhu Zhuqing's—likely just over ten thousand years, perhaps by a few hundred years.
She still lacked experience and had not endured enough hardship. Theoretically, she could have gone higher, but this was already very good. Chen An was fairly satisfied.
"Master, is Rongrong almost done?"
Zhu Zhuqing stood beside Chen An at that moment, while Meng Yiran and Ye Lingling stood somewhat farther back.
Unlike Zhu Qing's calmness, the other two were marveling in amazement, their attention fixed on Ning Rongrong and Luo Xiaoshi.
"Mm, it should be about time," Chen An said with a slight nod.
Just as he had said, Ning Rongrong had already finished. Nothing unusual happened; it was simply a normal soul ring absorption.
"She did it."
As those words fell, Ning Rongrong opened her eyes as well.
She still had some strength left and could move. She shifted herself twice, but she did not have much energy remaining. She could only stay conscious, while a heavy sense of weakness filled her body, as though she had not eaten for a long time.
Chen An flashed over to Ning Rongrong's side, helping up the girl who was trying to stand and giving her something to replenish her energy.
He brought her back to where the others were and handed Ning Rongrong over to Meng Yiran and Ye Lingling to support together.
"You go back first. Zhu Qing, you too."
Chen An's face was somewhat grave. Hearing this, the others did not dare say or ask much, though they were