Wang Chenghao thought about it for a moment, “But isn’t there also a possibility that we could be wasting our time?” He wanted to show that he was also improving as time went by.

Qin Ye put away the map and was just about to respond when he suddenly noticed an obscure golden light glowing from the palm of his hand.

A split second later, thick Yin energy erupted and engulfed the entire car in a dark fog.

In an instant, the entire vicinity around them turned absolutely silent. The hidden entities that were staring at them from the shadows scattered with a cacophony of shrieks, almost as though they were rabbits darting back into their burrows as soon as a tiger appeared.

Ghastly wails resounded throughout the entire desolate city. Meanwhile, the car screeched to a violent halt. Wang Chenghao watched as Qin Ye took off his shirt and spoke with an aghast expression, “I mean… boss… I’m ramrod straight. And even if I weren’t, isn’t doing it here still rather inappropriate? Or are you into such poetic things?”

“Shut up!” Qin Ye glared back at Wang Chenghao. He was already clothed in his Hell’s Emissary State, and he searched meticulously through his robes, only to discover Fate writing on the robes with great jocularity once more.

Qin Ye immediately read on.

“This expedition to Daehan was a learning journey - and an astounding one at that. It was Mr Dogballs’ first exposure to the ever-stirring tension on which...