Such a method of control was essential to ensure his new subordinate wouldn't betray him.
Xiao Chen accepted the Wine Glass. He didn't need to be a genius to know something was wrong with this wine.
Still, with his Divine Protection Veil, he wasn't afraid of such things.
But to earn the man's trust, he feigned reluctance. "I don't really like to drink."
The aura of a Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator suddenly erupted from Eastern Wanderer. "Friend, that's not a funny joke."
"Drink this wine, and you'll be one of us."
"Drink this wine, and I'll help you obtain all the power and resources you desire."
He didn't state the consequences of refusal, but flaunting his cultivation level was a clear threat.
Xiao Chen figured he'd played his part long enough. Gritting his teeth, he downed the Blood Wine in one go.
'How to describe it?'
The wine went down like a thin, warm line, shooting straight for his Dantian. It was surprisingly sweet and pleasant.
