Three weeks later. Xu Yangyi rubbed his chin with surprise as Qin Ye cupped his hands respectfully before him. “That’s impossible…” Xu Yangyi glanced at the club resting beside his bed with confusion. He clearly couldn’t come to terms with the situation.

“It’s been six weeks since I’ve started imparting to you the knowledge pertaining to Hell’s legacy, and I could tell that you clearly exhibited a surge in your intellect in the last three weeks. But that’s simply impossible! It violates all laws of human growth and development…” Xu Yangyi furrowed his brows as he stared at Qin Ye, “Or are you simply being motivated and driven by stress? Did I not put sufficient stress on you previously?”

“... Now you’re just being presumptuous…” Qin Ye’s eyes twitched wildly as he quickly placated Xu Yangyi with a flattering smile.

Xu Yangyi didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he frowned and thought for a moment, “Yesterday, I taught you about your function of administering laws. Why don’t you give me a quick rundown of that, together with the function of Abyssal Prefects?”

“No problem.” Qin Ye chose his words carefully, “Prefects can be likened to the deities in the heavenly court. Some are in charge of managing the sun, moon and stars, while some would manage the change of seasons. Likewise, the primary function of Abyssal Prefects in Hell lies in the execution of punishments for sin.”

“People sin, and they would be meted out punishments commensurate to the extent of their sins. Abyssal Prefects are in charge of punishments, with each Prefect in charge of a specific type of...