For him, unless it was particularly difficult, he was absolutely quite willing to lend Satan a hand and strike Heaven down in passing.
"I need a kind of Holy Medicine from Heaven."
Satan said with firm determination:
"In return, we in Hell will unconditionally support all your upcoming actions, regardless of any cost."
True to his nature, Satan was very straightforward.
According to his meaning, it was equivalent to Yang Yan making a move once, in exchange for Hell becoming his vassal for a short period of time.
This indeed sounded like quite a good deal.
Even Yang Yan was very tempted.
"Holy Medicine from Heaven? How come I didn't know about it?"
Yang Yan raised his eyebrows and asked seriously.
Regarding matters of Heaven, he might not claim to understand them one hundred percent, but at the very least, he knew most of the important intel.
"Seven-Star Grass, actually, is something from your Huaxia."
