Cheng Ziang didn't notice her guilt, but held the pendant in both hands, bowed his head, closed his eyes, and murmured, "Hear my call, come forth..."
In fact, his incantation was meaningless, as Liseya could appear whenever he wanted, and in very rare dangerous circumstances, Liseya would even come out to protect him against his wishes. However, this was just a formality; after all, it felt somewhat off not to say anything.
With his murmuring, magical power in the air quickly converged to a point, creating familiar magical fluctuations, and Liseya's image abruptly materialized in front of Cheng Ziang.
She still only had the form of a head, as that was all she had constructed in the beginning, not a body. However, having grown accustomed to this image, Cheng Ziang didn't find it frightening. On the contrary, it was comforting to him.
"Liseya, ancestor, please help me. I need to know the secrets inside his head," Cheng Ziang looked up earnestly and pleaded with Liseya.