Qin Ye blinked as he scrambled about looking for something.

“What are you doing?” Arthis wondered.

“I’m preparing to get a tattoo… Do you think I’ll be able to increase my attack power by tattooing the blueprint of the academy on my body[1]?”

Arthis made a stiff expression, “Attack power? Now that’s something I’ve not heard before… Perhaps it might make your aura flourish with more vigor too…”

Nothing good would come of anything done in exhaustion and weariness. The time now was already close to 2 a.m. Qin Ye floundered about for a little bit more, and then quickly sank deep into the embrace of slumber.

The mortal realm and the underworld were akin to two parallel planes, and trading between these two planes naturally wasn’t going to be easy. Next to the foreseeable issues arising out of these future trades, his problems with the Southsea Huanghuali were truly mild and insignificant.

In fact, these were all problems that could never be resolved with looming impatience. Just like the old man who moves mountains[2] it is only by persevering through tough times and powering through arduous tasks one by one could Hell finally regain its former glory at the very end.

Working blindly or overtime at the cost of clarity of mind would only result in wasted efforts. A sharp mind and clear thoughts were the building blocks for achieving great things. Thus, Qin Ye slept peacefully through the night until he woke up at 8 a.m. As soon as he awakened, he received a notification message from his Momo app.

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