Silence.

The austere atmosphere that filled the room when Qin Ye first entered was completely gone with the wind. Instead, Emperor Wu of Song stared intently at Qin Ye, almost as though he were attempting to bore a hole through him with the sheer force of photons from his eyes.

Five full minutes later, he finally coughed dryly, “What… was that all about?”

“The annual report on the progress of works in Hell.” Qin Ye straightened his attire and responded placidly, “Weren’t you questioning the basis for which I’ve been chosen as the next King Yanluo of Hell? I’m showing you the basis right now.”

Emperor Wu of Song grew taciturn.

He couldn’t help but sigh wistfully in his heart. The momentum which he had worked so hard to generate had all been dashed to pieces. But it was precisely because of this that he began to pay attention to the unassuming kid standing before him right now.

A future King Yanluo who doesn’t seem to play by the rules, huh...He gazed deeply at Qin Ye. He was personally here to convince the new lord of Hell to come to terms with the reality around him. The new Hell was in its nascent stages of development, and it would most certainly be fraught with challenges, whether from within or from without. What better time was there than to ride the wave of the massive upheaval and declare independence from Hell right now? 

In fact, he wasn’t the only one putting these plans to motion - several other lords of vassal states have already begun to stir with the same intentions. That said, the only difference was that the other vassal states didn’t possess the same kind of strength he did.

Unfortunately, all of his...