A line of well over a hundred people stood in front of the main palace hall. The words “Hell’s Gate” were written in sprawling, majestic calligraphy across the board hanging overhead, almost as though it were an incorruptible, all-seeing eye. 

The couplets to the side were like a formal declaration that this was the one and only true arbiter of fairness!

Each and every heinous crime and evil deed would have to be accounted for and answered in full.

"This is Hell’s Gate. All Yin spirits entering Hell must first pass through this place.” Qin Ye looked at the signboard hanging overhead, “Other than this place, there’s nothing in Hell right now. Everything… will be rebuilt from scratch by our own two hands.”

“Our efforts will birth a province, a kingdom, and perhaps even an entire realm.”

He turned around and looked at everyone before him, “We are the founders of the new Hell.”

“Su Dongxue.”

“Here.” Su Dongxue knew that Qin Ye wouldn’t hesitate to destroy her if she misbehaved right now. She half-knelt in front of the palace hall and responded politely.

Qin Ye was just about to speak up when he suddenly furrowed his brows.

How should I make these arrangements?

These seats over here… I don’t think I’ve heard a detailed explanation of what they are.

“There are three different-coloured chairs over here.” Just then, a cool voice rang out from the back of the palace halls, “Black, white and red.”

Arthis?

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows in astonishment. Within moments, he saw Arthis slowly walking to the front of the palace hall in her...