The atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive. Zhao Chonghe pondered somberly for a long time before suddenly standing up and shouting, "This Young Master has made a decision!"
The young man in the golden robe shivered all over in fright and quickly looked up at Sixth Brother, his eyes filled with a clear stupidity.
"From today on, this Young Master has changed his name! From now on, I will be called Zhao Chongxu. I've always been humble like the valleys. 'Chongxu' suits me perfectly."
Zhao Chonghe spoke with determination, then turned to his little companion and asked ominously, "Seventeen, what do you think?"
The young man in the golden robe hurriedly said, "Sixth Brother, your literary talent is unparalleled, and this name is indeed wonderfully chosen! It's just that... someone among our peers has already taken the same name. Sixth Brother, you..."
