Time passed quickly. 

Cao Youdao’s expressions went from fanatical and venomous to that of absolute tranquility.

He was waiting.

He was eagerly awaiting Qin Ye’s arrival. He knew that Qin Ye would most definitely come for him.

Forty minutes in, a soft knock sounded at the door, “May I come in?”(TL: This was spoken in english.)

“To think that you would recall my international affiliation.” Cao Youdao laughed, “Come in.”

The door swung open, yet the person who entered didn’t look like a human being at all.

It was still Qin Ye’s physique. However, his irises were now black, while his pupils were white. His long white hair danced about on its own without any wind, and his skin appeared incredibly pale.

The quality of his uniform looked far better than it had ever been before, as though it were made of soft, rolling silk. The asymmetrical black robe was embroidered with three round black-and-white patterns, and he wore a black fretwork chinese skullcap on his head. Over and above that, he now wore a plaque around his waist that he never had before. Two words were inscribed on the plaque in blood-red lettering - Soul Hunter.

Qin Ye walked into the room slowly. As expected, there wasn’t a single Yin spirit that remained in this place. His entire army of Yin spirits had been caught at the heel by the mortal realm’s army. There was simply no means of retreat for...