Zheng Yan had originally only planned to check out the site where they had previously been robbed by an Angel, but he hadn't expected to actually encounter the robbing Angel there.
"Oh, so you mean to say you're here to deliver a message. Speak, then—what are your terms?" Tian Xin looked at Zheng Yan with a smirk that was not quite a smile.
"How could I dare make demands in the presence of an Angel, Lord?" Zheng Yan said with the utmost respect.
"Don't worry, if you guide me, then we are friends, and friends naturally help each other out and share in wealth and honor. Speak, what are your terms, or rather, what do you want?" The smile on Tian Xin's face grew even more pronounced.
"I purely wish to make friends with the Angel, Lord, without any other requests. If the Angel, Lord, harvests too much and cannot carry it all, I would be forever grateful if you would bestow the leftovers upon me," Zheng Yan said, bowing his head.