Long Yan merely smiled after glancing at the content on the paper; money did not hold such importance in his eyes, he merely needed a big power as a mediator, merely as a personal capital.
"You can decide this, I don't need it."
Hearing Long Yan's words, Zhang Tianmen was rather surprised, wondering what the motives of this young man in front of him were if not for money.
"Alright then."
The firm attitude of Long Yan made Zhang Tianmen sigh, as in his view, Long Yan would not stop just there; it seemed he had even greater ambitions, but regarding himself, who was already half-buried in the earth, he didn't care about much.
"Tell me about the main forces within Saint Que."
Long Yan sat in the chair across Zhang Tianmen, picked up a cup of tea, and took a sip.
