Zhou Hao realized he had lost his composure and hurriedly reined in his expression. He coughed twice, then looked at Murong and nodded. "Tastes good."
Murong's smile became even brighter upon hearing that. After all, it was the first fruit juice she had ever made.
She smiled. "Drink it slowly! Don't drink too much at once either. If you can't refine all that energy, it'll be very uncomfortable."
Zhou Hao nodded. "Understood."
Murong glanced at the large red bed and pointed at it. "Put it away!"
"Mm." Zhou Hao hung the Purple Wood Gourd at his waist, then casually waved a hand and stored the large red bed in his Ring of Holding.
Murong had finished her business and now had nothing to do. She casually asked, "Why did you suddenly take in a subordinate?"
"I want him to help me establish an experimental faction first and scout out the path for me." Zhou Hao smiled.
Murong pondered for a moment before asking, "With his strength, it can't even be mentioned in the same breath as the strength of the faction you'll build in the future. Does this have any reference value?"
Zhou Hao gave a confident chuckle. "What I want isn't strength. What I want is psychology. No matter how strong someone is, as long as you grasp their mindset and prescribe the right medicine for the illness, you can recruit them.
But understanding people's psychology is difficult, because you need to get to know them. Yet where do you begin? What methods do you use to approach them? How do you avoid making them resentful? Questions like these.
Those are the problems I want to solve, the things I want to use to dig up talent for my..."
Zhou Hao paused there. He had originally wanted to say