"How do I know that you won't treat me like you treated John?" Zhou Wen said to the six-winged seraphim.
"Guardians are born to fight. If you lose in battle, what's the point of me staying with you? As long as you have the ability to fight again, I will always protect you," the six-winged seraphim said.
"What you said makes sense. Then what should I do to make you my guardian?" Zhou Wen asked again.
"It's very simple. All you need to do is drip a drop of blood into my palm and then let me complete the ritual," the six-winged seraphim said as he extended his palm.
"Alright." Zhou Wen cut his finger and extended his hand towards the six-winged seraphim's palm. Seeing the drop of blood on his finger about to land on the six-winged seraphim's palm, the Bamboo Blade in his left hand slashed at the six-winged angel's neck like a bolt of lightning.
Clang!
