"Very well."
Fang Yuan nodded in satisfaction, then took out a pill and handed it to the kneeling Wang Junliang. "To prove your sincerity, take this pill."
As Wang Junliang looked at the black pill handed to him by the person in the bronze ghost mask, he hesitated. Though he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, his mind was mature enough to realize that what the masked person was giving him was definitely not something good.
However, Wang Junliang also understood that even if it were to join a group of bandits, he would have to submit a pledge. If he wanted to join this organization that was willing to teach him martial arts and provide money, he would naturally have to give more in return.