Time passed by quickly.

A week later, Wang Chenghao stood right beside Qin Ye in King Yanluo’s office, waiting on him as Qin Ye flipped through the large red-coloured stack of documents that was one-foot thick.

“1,000,000 kilograms of Black Netherjade; 1,000 Sun Roosters; 500 kilograms of Qilin Blood; 1,000 kilograms of Authentic Dragon Horns… The Supreme Venerable Soverign, otherwise known as the Taishang Laojun.”[1] Qin Ye finally got through the final page of the documents, and massaged his temples. His heart was filled with complex emotions beyond words.

These weren’t information. These were a complete inventory of the tributary gifts he had received.

These were gifts brought by the Lords of the Land on behalf of the members of the heavenly realm to congratulate Qin Ye’s ascension to the throne as the Third King Yanluo of Hell.

Qin Ye had dove straight into work as soon as he emerged from his short stint of self-seclusion. It was only then that he truly understood the sheer amount of responsibilities he had been abdicating from back then. It had only been a few hours since the commencement of his work, yet there were people coming up to him almost every ten minutes, either sending in their respective department’s reports, or registering the opinions of the respective ministers on certain important issues.

This gave him a brand new perspective of King Yanluo’s office. Previously, nobody would seek an audience with him because he returned in the middle of the night. Naturally, he was also completely oblivious to the thoughts and concerns of the ministers under his charge. But now, his personal exchange with his ministers and subjects filled him with...