Su Han had no interest in totems or the like and wasn't sure where Mr. Zhang's sudden wave of patriotism had come from.
"What exactly is this snake venom?"
Mr. Zhang chuckled, "Mr. Su, I haven't seen it myself, only heard about it. The totem of the Island Nation is the snake, so many major powers keep snakes as treasures of the clan. Some snakes have been kept for hundreds of years..."
Su Han's eyes slightly narrowed.
Snakes kept for hundreds of years? How venomous must they be? They might have become almost spirits by now.
"Snakes that are hundreds of years old, how large must they be?" Su Han was astonished.
"I don't know about the size, but the venom... Mr. Su, you should have already experienced it," Mr. Zhang nodded, "This is just my estimation, since I've never seen it myself. Hundreds of years is just a rough figure, perhaps... even longer."
Mr. Zhang's words caused a slight tremor in Su Han's heart.
Keeping a snake for so many years, are you kidding me?
