Moreover, Wan Shide was still alive in the mortal realm, yet people already built a shrine for him and worshiped him like a living Buddha with constant incense burning every day. After his death, he would probably be able to condense his divine likeness immediately!
Wasn't that far better than the Red Horse Bandits' constant fighting and killing?
Wasn't it far stronger than the painstaking cultivation of spiritual medicine to increase one's lifespan by two or three years?
Moreover, it was a good deed, and he slept more soundly than anyone else.
As soon as Wan Shide noticed that Zhai Baobao's wine cup was empty, he hurried over with a beaming smile, bowing his head and hunching his back, he promptly filled Zhai Baobao's cup.
Such tasks could have been assigned to servants, but Wan Shide felt that only by doing it himself could he demonstrate the joy of serving the Thirteen Families like a dog. The more pleased his masters were, the more rewards he received as a loyal dog.
