Qin Ye froze for several moments, shut his eyes, and took several deep breaths. Then, he slowly opened his eyes and placed his hands over his chest, “Calm down… The Second King Yanluo is already gone, so there’s no one to pick up after your slack now. Everything you do will have direct consequences in Hell’s success or failure. Think twice before you act.”

This was one of his personal resolutions ever since the Second King Yanluo departed - he would think twice before he acted from now on.

Thus, he didn’t make his decision immediately. Instead, he simply summoned a messenger bird and sent it flying off into the distance. Moments later, he flicked his sleeves majestically, “Men.”

“My Lord.” Wang Chenghao answered his call at once. Qin Ye instructed, “Prepare a tea reception for some guests that are about to arrive.”

“Yes.”

It wasn’t long before several Yin spirits dressed in ancient attire drifted into the City Tower and entered straight into the conference room.

Kwon Kyung-ho and Ryu Changmin stood guard outside. The inside of the room was furnished with several exquisite tables and chairs. A sprawling folding screen depicting Zhong Kui’s capture of Yin spirits was placed right behind the room. Pots of tea and teacups were placed on a short square table in the middle of the room, from which wisps of Yin energy wafted out gently.

Qin Ye sat at the head of the table, followed by Zu Chongzhi, Li Chun, Lu Ban, and so on and so forth. He smiled at everyone and nodded his head, “Everyone’s been back for a week now....