There was one thing that Qin Ye was thankful for.

And that was the fact all Cathayans refused to air their dirty linen in public. Therefore, news of the great stir among feudal officials leading up to the imperial court meeting at the end of the year remained completely sealed within the boundaries of all feudal states of Hell.

Internal affairs should be resolved internally after all.

Within the following month, the vassal states situated around Cathay began to assemble their armies around Cathay’s borders like a surging tide that was ready to rush to the center. Tensions abounded, not just with the new Hell, but even with the three daolords as well.

The City of Salvation was located some distance away from the borders, and Qin Ye naturally wasn’t bothered by the assembly of troops. It was 10 November right now, merely twenty days before the anticipated imperial court meeting!

Hell was still bustling as it had always been. Only the upper echelons of Hell’s present management knew exactly what was happening at the end of the year.

An air of sobriety filled the left annex hall at Hell’s Gate as an incessant stream of orders continued to flow through and from its gates like a never-ending conduit of information. On the other hand, the right annex hall was heated with an atmosphere of great passion.

Oda Nobunaga, Arthis and Qin Ye were all situated here. In particular, they were located within a sequestered corner of the right annex hall, scrutinizing every part of a set of beautiful black armor that had just been manufactured by Hell.

The battle armor was...