Qin Ye didn’t understand what Wu Daozi meant at the start. But he didn’t need to do much more than address his mind to the underlying meaning behind it to understand the considerations in his mind.

This was a Resentment Crystals Vein, and quite likely a massive one at that. After all, Resentment Crystals were a resource that were generally measured in pounds.

Perhaps the Russian Underworld might already be resigned to never obtaining these crystals, especially since they had already waited for almost a hundred years, but to no avail. But, even then, they certainly didn’t wish for Hell to get their hands on it either.

Seizing our Resentment Crystals after we told you about it of our own volition? Hmm?

Devouring it whole? What greed!

Adopting such a stance might well shatter their fragile dreams of owning Forbidden Arts and push the Russian Underworld over the edge.

Therefore, what he needed to do first is to crystallize his thoughts of Hell’s attitude towards Forbidden Arts, before contemplating what they wish to do with the present Resentment Crystal Vein - Are we to seize everything, or relent in part or entirely? If we plan to seize it, how do we plan to do so, and what are we going to do with it? What about compensation?

“I haven’t thought about it yet.” Qin Ye’s temples were throbbing, and his veins clearly bulging, “It’s not that I don’t want to delve deeper into these thoughts, but… it’s just that I haven’t quite found the time. You’ve seen the situation here. We’ve only just managed to take Ashmound...