Whoosh… Qin Ye glanced down at the forest below. It was easily apparent that the further he travelled from Hell’s Gate, the lower the proportion of Southsea Huanghuali trees there were in the forest. He gulped excitedly and asked cautiously, “Hey Arthis… Do you even have a driver’s license? I’m not too comfortable with the fact that you’ve suddenly taken the wheel on this road trip…”

Arthis smiled faintly. A split second later, her trajectory changed from a smooth parabolic arc into that of a characteristic Brownian movement, and Qin Ye cried out miserably.

Qin Ye’s face was already incomparably pale with fright by the time they touched down a few minutes later.

“Eh? You’re afraid of heights?”

Nodding, Qin Ye clutched at his chest and gasped for air as he stared at Arthis with great displeasure, “So have you seen me fly around Hell to begin with? Hell, I don’t even dare to get anywhere close to the window seats on a plane!”

Hell was his underworld. In other worlds, he was akin to the god of that realm, and flying was naturally within the ambit of his abilities. Yet, it was only when Arthis addressed her mind to it that she finally noticed how Qin Ye had never ever truly taken flight in his own realm before!

Arthis’ eyes gleamed brightly in an instant, almost as though they were filled with a mother’s tender love, almost as though she were saying - “Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at how stubborn our cute, widdle Yanluo is!”

“... What kind of a devilish look is that? Forget it… I can’t be bothered with you anymore. Can we please focus on what tree this is instead?!”

The duo were already standing right in front of the forest of silvery-white trees. They took a deep breath,...