Anyone would feel annoying listening to matters that they couldn’t personally understand.

The daolord of the asura wasn’t an exception to this either.

On the other end of the Yin vortex, the daolord tightened and loosened his hands several times. He was vacillating back and forth between whether to abduct the Emissary of Hell back to his nest of ten thousand captive ghosts or not. But in the end, he decided against it.

How does this man speak with such righteousness and dignity?

On what basis is he making such a huge promise to me?

Who exactly is he? What position does he occupy in the new Hell? Could he be… an illegitimate son of the third King Yanluo? If I abduct him… how will the new Hell react?

He had originally come with the intent to kill any Emissary of Hell he saw, and yet Qin Ye had successfully muddied the water with his one-two punch of confusion.

The daolord knew that his existence sat on a divergent end of the spectrum from Hell’s purposes. This was almost an immutable truth that had already lasted for thousands of years, and yet someone was now telling him that the new Hell was even willing to confer a title upon him? All kingdoms and polity needed a purpose for their existence. And yet… the third King Yanluo of Hell was actually going to overturn and redefine the purpose of Hell’s existence that had stood for the last thousands of years? Were they actually going to turn traitorous and mix with someone like the daolord?

After a long time, the daolord retracted some...