"Can I really trust you?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt in his heart.
But soon, he cast aside this doubt.
Since he had already made a choice, there was no need for any regret.
"My life, I entrust it to you."
Saying this, Du Chengfeng gripped the hilt tightly.
The long saber was unsheathed.
"Buzz—"
Although it was just the sound of the blade scraping the scabbard's mouth, at this moment it seemed exceptionally piercing.
A short clang, yet it overshadowed the horn, overshadowed the drumbeats, overshadowed the incantation, and even overshadowed everything near Du Chengfeng's ears!
What remained at his ears was nothing but a distant, smoke-like, clear recitation.
"What..."
At the moment this recitation overshadowed the drumbeats, Du Chengfeng instantly regained control of his body, not just his body, but even his consciousness became clear again as this ethereal recitation sounded!
"You..."
