Feiyun had seen and experienced many strange things, yet he still became quite serious at this moment.

The princess murmured to herself: “Leaving a strand of your soul behind…”

Could this name engraving process be leaving behind their soul? No, selling their soul to the tablet in order to gain the providence to become a supreme talent of a generation?

This was hard to believe, but it was the only explanation.

At this moment, the biggest question in their mind was: “Was this only a holy monument?”

Feiyun stared at her and asked: “You still wish to leave your name?”

Her clear eyes showed signs of a struggle. This was a difficult choice. Leaving their name right now was easy, but they must hand over some of their soul.

For some people, not to mention just a strand of their soul, they would be willing to hand over their lives for this reward. However, for someone as proud as the princess, this choice was much harder...