“I’m all ears.” Emperor Wu of Song smiled and sat down. He was beginning to take more and more interest in Qin Ye.

Thick-skinned, black-hearted, and considerably bold at times. Perhaps he’s not the sort to perform and excel in battles and wars… but then again, to require the presence of King Yanluo on the battlefield naturally means that Hell is on the brink of annihilation.

A person of power and authority need only be adept at managing his subjects.

“As you know, the new Hell has just been founded, and all prior trade routes established by the old Hell are no longer in existence. However, development and growth doesn’t just happen behind closed doors…”

“You’re thinking of establishing a trade route with Hanyang?” Emperor Wu of Song immediately understood what Qin Ye was getting at.

“You’re not willing?” Qin Ye set down his wine glass and locked eyes with Emperor Wu of Song.

Emperor Wu of Song didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he simply swirled the contents of his glass about, as though mulling over something. Seconds later, he finally responded with a deep voice, “And if I say that I’m not willing?”

“Then what incentive is there for me to cross your name off Hell’s Records?!” Qin Ye’s tone of voice suddenly turned authoritative, “Why should I tolerate the declaration of independence of an underworld that doesn’t benefit Hell?!”

“And what gives you the confidence to stand in our way?” Emperor Wu of Song sneered, “You’re not going to tell me that you still have millions of powerful Yin soldiers and billions of Yin spirits backing you, are you?”

Qin Ye chuckled contemptuously, “That’s ridiculous. You guys probably...