There was a universal measure of time in the universe. When two people from different stars spoke of time, they naturally meant this universal time.
A year was hardly a long time for a Martial God. An Zihao had spent over a hundred thousand years merely sleeping while recovering from his injuries. To him, one year was no more than the flick of a finger.
An Zihao played with the wine cup in his hand and asked with a smile, "There are different kinds of hired muscle. What kind do you plan to make me?"
"Of course I won't force you into anything. Before asking you to act during this year, I'll seek your opinion each time. If you're willing, you can make a move. If not, you can stand by and do nothing. In short, I'll give you the right to choose. I won't force you to deal with people you don't want to deal with," Fan Lang said.
"There are too many enemies in the vast universe that I can't handle. Even if you forced me, it would be useless. That Taijin God Emperor from before was one example. You've shown me great kindness by waking me more than a hundred thousand years early. How could such a favor be repaid with a mere year? How about this? I'll extend it to three years. For those three years, I'll remain by your side and help you carve through every obstacle. Afterward, if you still have need of me, I won't refuse."
"Two more years is naturally even better. Then it's settled. There will be many places where I'll need to rely on you, Senior. I'll have to trouble you."
"You plan to travel and seek opportunities outside. Do you have any plans?"
"I do. I know a little