As Qin Ye left the police station, he glanced at his cell phone. It was already midnight.

He couldn’t help but be awestruck by the stark contrast between areas with high supernatural incidence ratings and low supernatural incidence ratings. In Daehan, neon lights lit up the sky, and the streets were filled with singing, dancing and other forms of revelry. It was reminiscent of how Cathay used to be in the past, before everything went downhill with the supernatural outbreak. Now, it was rare to find any shops open in Cathay after 7.00 p.m.

Qin Ye sighed in his heart as they checked into a decent-looking hotel. Qin Ye, Wang One Tail and Oda Nobutada each had one room to themselves. As soon as Qin Ye entered his own room, he set up a barrier sequestering him from the rest of the mortal realm, and then pulled out the spirit pen.

“Where is she?”

The spirit pen didn’t respond. Qin Ye frowned and promptly tightened his grip around the pen. At once, his arm moved as though he had a life of its own, and the pen began to write on a piece of paper.

“You don’t know?” Qin Ye’s eyes glistened with a frigid chill. As though sensing something terrible looming on the horizon, the pen immediately wrote on, “My Lord, Daehan is as large as a province in Cathay, and it naturally requires an Infernal Judge to be able to locate someone in such a large region. Unfortunately… I’ll only be able to locate her presence if we’re in the same city.”

“The closer we are, the clearer the sensation will get. Besides, I was nearly reduced to dust in the battle...