Evening, at 6.00 p.m.

In the not-so-luxurious temporary lounge. Liu Yu had already changed into a spectacular robe that was embroidered with three majestic, flying dragons.

He held a folding fan and fanned himself gently. There were three eunuch-like Yin spirits that stood behind him, waiting on him. He was completely calm at this point in time. After all, he’d seen his fair share of such imperial court meetings. Furthermore, King Yanluo had personally given his word that the time that followed was an extension of the host’s obligation.

In other words, the time that followed was going to be a night of entertainment. Naturally, there was no reason to be nervous about something like that.

Chaghan had also changed into a scarlet robe - a typical uniform of Mongol high officials. When he saw Liu Yu, he immediately snorted coldly, “A lounge like this is worse than what I bestow upon my least favoured concubine. How dare he insult us with such terrible amenities?!”

Liu Yu responded placidly, “Are you really intent on comparing an underworld that has only been established for a year with the golden tent of your great grass plains? Save your strength and energy for the negotiations that are to come.”

He took a deep gaze at the large clock that hung close to the top of Hell’s Gate. It was exactly 6.00 p.m. He didn’t know what exactly the new King Yanluo of Hell had in store for him because he couldn’t make head or tail of the itinerary. That said, he could see that the program was simple, so what twists and turns could there possibly be?

Dong, dong, dong… Just...