Emperor Wu of Song huh… Qin Ye paced about anxiously with his hands behind his back as he sorted through his thoughts.

“So, you’re saying that… the new Hell will absolutely need to get the approval of the twelve envoys at the end of the year and retrieve the great seal of the feudal officials along the way? In other words, while I’m at it, I might as well both establish some trade routes as well as save my own life?” He finally calmed down, and he gazed placidly into the distance, “But everything hinges on whether I can receive Emperor Wu of Song’s approval altogether. At the very least, he will need to view the new Hell as an equal before we can even begin to negotiate something like that.”

There was suddenly clarity in his thoughts.

Previously, the imperial court meeting at the end of the year was no more than a peripheral, unimportant matter. But things had changed! It was an imperative right now - something that he had no choice but to go through with, and even succeed in!

Not just for the new Hell, but for his own life to boot!

Arthis nodded, “Do your best… We’ll summon all twelve envoys at once. And when the time comes… it will be a good showing. Trust me, these envoys will all live up to your expectations, and then some.”

Qin Ye took several deep breaths, before finally nodding deeply. It’s not enough… it’s still not enough. Hell isn’t good enough as it is! My life, the trade routes, and...