Hearing Bian Heng's words and watching him shake his head over and over, Zhang Tie was almost amused.
"Then what does Senior think we should do? How about I, like everyone else, offer you an item as payment for asking you to act?"
With his head held high, Bian Heng looked down at Zhang Tie arrogantly and said disdainfully, "Items? What could I possibly lack? I'm sick of the sight of human-tier divine equipment. Ordinary earth-tier divine equipment doesn't even catch my eye. What significance do heavenly treasures hold for someone at my level? If I wanted such things, all I'd have to do is open my mouth, and countless people would bring them to my door. Unless you can give me the Nine Heavens Divine Spring and tens of billions of people to help me advance to Divine Emperor?"
Zhang Tie could only spread his hands helplessly. "Then what does Senior propose?"
"Let me think, let me think. It wasn't easy to come across someone like you—I can't squander this chance..." Bian Heng continued pacing before Zhang Tie, brows furrowed as he racked his brains. Every now and then, he would glance at Zhang Tie. With that look in his eyes, it was as if Zhang Tie were a fat sheep that had delivered itself to his doorstep, and he was determined to devour him down to the bones.
Zhang Tie could only wait at the side. He also wanted to see what other ideas this Black-Handed Yama could come up with.
After pacing for several minutes, Bian Heng suddenly smacked his forehead again. His expression immediately became animated. Then he turned around, narrowed his eyes, and scrutinized Zhang Tie with a gaze Zhang Tie found somewhat lecherous, making his ass clench.
"Ahem... well... what can you do?"
"Senior