The next few days passed by rather uneventfully, both in the netherworld, as well as the mortal realm.

Qin Ye was incredibly vigilant. His wealth of life experiences had taught him to be wary of everything that happened around him, and it didn’t help that he even felt as though the things happening around him were being orchestrated by a greater being that seemed to loom over him.

To that end, it wasn’t an overt sensation that he experienced, because it wasn’t as though everything had happened all at once. On the surface, everything appeared fine, but the cumulation of many small incidents seemed to hint at undercurrents of change and trouble brewing on the horizon.

The few days of calm and peace appeared to assuage the tension in his heart slightly. But, even then, he couldn’t shake off the niggling feeling that this was more indicative of the fact that the pieces had all fallen into place, and the storm was ready to erupt. The fact that no other incidents were happening was no different from the calm before the storm. Thus, he was unable to let up completely.

Regardless, he didn’t have the luxury of time to address his mind to these suspicions on his heart.

Qin Ye’s secretary knocked on the door to his office, “Sir, Mr Wang has arrived.” Moments later, the door opened, and Wang Chenghao walked right into the room.

Qin Ye glanced at the documents in front of him as he spoke with a deep voice, “Good. I’d like you to start showing him the ropes about how things are done around here. He will be my assistant in future, while you’ll continue to act as my secretary. There’s nothing more from me for now. Anyway, it’s already 2.00 a.m. in the mortal realm. Go get some...