Ten seconds later, Shang Yang sincerely cupped his hands towards Qin Ye and responded, “We live as Cathayans, and die as Cathayan souls. None of us have ever harboured the thought of defecting to foreign underworlds. Otherwise, Yanluo Qin wouldn’t see us standing before you today!”

“That’s right.” Zhang Heng expressed with great determination, “Sure, there may be a multitude of things to be done, but we’ve all got to start somewhere. In fact, it’s our honour and joy to be able to share in the First King Yanluo’s experiences of founding Hell from scratch.”

“Your Excellency, there’s no need to test our hearts. The fact that we’re all here today means that we have every intention to dedicate our lives to Hell.” “Fengdu was first built on a foundation of ruins and bloodshed. The situation right now is far better than the warring states era that Fengdu had previously risen out of! Furthermore, Cathay has a far larger population size than before. I refuse to believe that we can’t do this if we all put our minds to the task!”

The threads of Yin energy emerging from Qin Ye’s fingertips slowly faded away. Nodding his head, he responded in a deep voice, “Then, I’ll have to trouble all of you.”

Everyone stood up and cupped their hands respectfully, “We’re willing to live and die for Hell!!”

Qin Ye made a pressing gesture, “Excellent. I assure you that the new Hell will never betray you either. But before that…”

He picked up a glass of wine and sat down, “I’d like to hear your opinion on...