(Apologies, it took a while to polish this chapter, there will be another update at 1 AM.)
Zheng's eyes flashed with astonishment.
No matter how he thought, he never expected such an outcome.
He wanted to speak, but the overwhelming aura emanating from Mu Fan at this moment suppressed all the words Zheng wanted to say.
This staunch man nodded heavily, his voice like clashing swords: "I, Zheng, owe you a life. If you call, I will serve without hesitation unto death."
He turned and stepped into the golden light beam.
This promise weighs more than life.
Only then did Mu Fan slowly turn his gaze towards Lin Wu, quietly observing him for a moment, his voice softly resonating:
"I'll give you three seconds."
Lin Wu raised an eyebrow, squinted his eyes as he glanced over the Dragon Rider War Armor, his eyes growing brighter, yet he seemed completely unfazed by the words, revealing a somewhat dissonant smile:
"Interesting, I'd like to hear it."
