“Meow~~” The Harken continued to roll about joyfully, spinning about and leaping into the sky with a bright glint in its eyes. Yet as it continued to flounder about in its great ecstasy from the shower of catnip, the surrounding hills and mounds were getting visibly flattened right in front of Arthis’ and Qin Ye’s eyes…

Arthis and Qin Ye hovered about in mid-air, silent and speechless, refusing to believe that this was what had become of the divine beast of the old Hell. Nope… We don’t know each other… not at all…

Just like that, the Harken’s one-sided gallivant of pleasure lasted for four whole hours, before the Harken finally laid languidly on the ground once more. It was panting intensely, almost as though it was completely worn out from its hours of play time. Then, it finally opened its eyes reluctantly and gazed at the sky, “I’m surprised Lord Ksitigarbha didn’t smack you to death as soon as he saw you…”

Silence.

Qin Ye was almost tempted to respond by saying - Stop with the farce, alright? We’ve witnessed everything you’ve done over the last four hours. Your image has been completely shattered and ruined in our minds…

“Come on, tell me, how did you encounter Lord Ksitigarbha, and how did you get your hands on the Yin Beast Bell?” The Harken laid lazily on the ground. He wasn’t even looking at Qin Ye right now. Instead, he was simply rubbing its face against the ground it had earlier tenderized, “And don’t you dare lie to me. This is the only chance at reconciliation that I’m giving you.”

Ah. The Harken’s word of caution came just at the...