Wang Chenghao grew silent.

He was slowly ruminating over what Qin Ye had said. After all, he had always wondered why Qin Ye hadn’t immediately reached out to the mortal realm for aid and assistance as far as Hell’s development was concerned.

And now, he finally understood some of the considerations that had gone through Qin Ye’s mind. A hundred years of inactivity on Hell’s part was naturally a good foundation for mistrust and doubt to arise. Should the mortal realm unconditionally invest in Hell once more? You must be kidding.

Loquaciousness and eloquence wasn’t going to get Hell anywhere as far as the negotiations were concerned. Just take a good look at the leaders around. All of them were expert negotiators in their own right, and they would be easily able to see beyond the farce of words and fully grasp the substance of what lay behind.

At best, they might make small tranches of investment. But if they don’t see any returns in the time to come, they would immediately pull back their resources and choose to rely on their own abilities instead.

On the other hand, what Hell needed the most right now was Yin spirits, because they could only develop Yin soldiers if they had Yin spirits in the first place. In turn, it was only with sufficient Yin soldiers that they could slowly but surely begin to take back some of the land that had been lost to Hell. These were all issues that couldn’t be solved as easily as the injection of funds and resources.

Granted, the founding of cities would necessarily translate to the reaping of souls that had gathered over the last hundred years. But… what’s going to happen to the city itself?

Infrastructural...