Zhao Beishan was without the slightest hesitation, and right after the two of them finished speaking, he also echoed:
"I am willing to serve you unto death, my lord!"
To them, the blood of the Snake Demon was an object of desire beyond reach. Chen Yuan's generosity in sharing it with them was no surprise, given their excitement.
They knew the substance could not be preserved for long, but selling it in the Nanling Prefecture City in a short time would surely be no problem.
Such a superior was worth serving with their lives.
Chen Yuan's face held a smile. Serving him would naturally come with rewards. If the rewards were insufficient, who would serve him?
Wolf-like nature wasn't about painting big pies in the sky; it was about directly giving benefits.
Of course, Chen Yuan also had a very good grasp of the situation, preventing occurrences of ungrateful turncoats. Should it happen, he would obliterate their ten clans!
"Serving Chen is nothing special," he said.