If they obediently followed Saint Lord Taichu's wishes, their days ahead would only grow more miserable, never better.
"Are you serious? If you mean it, then we'll take it seriously too. After all, deep down, all of us are more than willing to follow you. We've always believed that sticking with you would definitely lead to a better outcome."
These people began pulling out knives from their pockets and slicing at their thumbs. With a thud, their fingers were severed, blood spilling out in streams. Saint Lord Taichu had no idea what they were trying to do—perhaps they planned to drip the blood into a bowl, mix it up, and drink it.
Saint Lord Taichu found this sort of thing especially childish. It could exist, but there was absolutely no need for it. Of course, if they wanted to do it, he would not stop them too much.
"From this day onward, all of us are your slaves, Brother Saint Lord Taichu. If you tell us to go east, we will never go north. That's how obedient we are. Rest assured, Brother Saint Lord Taichu, we will be utterly loyal to you. We will never betray you!"
Hearing this, Saint Lord Taichu nearly laughed himself to death. He simply could not imagine that these people's minds seemed to be missing a screw. Smiling, Saint Lord Taichu said, "No matter how nicely you sing here, it means nothing to me. What I want is not your verbal promises, but for you to actually do a good job. As long as you truly do well, all that other messy nonsense can be pushed aside. I won't take it to heart."
Now that Saint Lord Taichu had taken in all the people from Crow's legions as his subordinates, word spread everywhere. Everyone was