Qin Ye didn’t say a single word. In fact, he maintained an indifferent expression as he placidly swept a cold gaze across the seven seals high up in the sky.

Terrific… truly terrific. I’ve lived for a hundred years, but I’ve never once been trampled into the mud with such condescending provocation. These feudal officials truly have no regard for who I am!

Then… let’s see who gets the last laugh at the end of this imperial court meeting!

The seven seals in the air glistened for several moments, almost as though they were showing off to Qin Ye the glory accorded to each their own names. And then, before Qin Ye could give the order, they retracted back to where they had come from.

Not a single question was asked of him.

They didn’t even deign to look to the nominal master of Hell for permission to do so.

Qin Ye smiled.

A tense silence filled the air for some time, before Liu Yu suddenly snickered, “Yu Qian, Yang Jiye… to think that I’d even personally invited you to Hanyang for a short discussion. Is this your response to my invitation?”

“It wouldn’t be good for us to cross swords, would it?”

Yet the only response which Liu Yu got was an instant consolidation of the spear formation, and an air of sobriety so dense that everyone could sense it.

“Liu Yu!” Yang Jiye responded without flinching in the slightest, “King Yanluo is standing right in front of you. How dare you refuse to pay respects to him?! Do you still call yourself a...