A cup of coffee was handed to Arthis, and she looked up listlessly, appearing somewhat lost in thought. She picked up the cup of coffee and lamented, “The kid’s all grown up… I’ve said everything that needs to be said… I can’t be bothered with him anymore…”

Hang on. What’s going on over here? Why does this reek of a scene from a family drama somewhere?

“Just a moment.” Qin Ye waved his hand impatiently like a rebellious teenager going through puberty, and he furrowed his brows, “What three primordial treasures are you talking about? Why haven’t you mentioned this before?”

There was an abrupt silence - the kind that mankind feared the most.

Seconds later, Arthis blinked her eyes and probed softly, “Haven’t I mentioned this to you before?”

“Nope! You only mentioned the existence of several divine artifacts in the past, and there’s nothing about primordial treasures at all!”

Arthis coughed awkwardly, “Well… that’s not the main point anyway. I’ll tell you about it right now, so listen up!”

Her voice grew louder towards the end of her statement, presumably to hide her embarrassment and dispel the awkward situation. Qin Ye pouted slightly, evidently dissatisfied with her poor attempt at diverting his attention back to the topic at hand. Nevertheless, he still listened carefully.

Arthis spoke with a solemn and earnest expression, “The operations of Hell are largely powered by the Yin energy which flows from three main divine artifacts. The main operations are powered by the Yellow Springs which flow through Hell, the source of which lies in King Yanluo’s...