Hell’s procession soon vanished without a trace.

Yet Qin Ye’s carriage remained parked in the middle of the national highway without a single Emissary of Hell or Yin soldier standing around him. That said, he continued to lean back relaxedly in the luxurious carriage, gently stroking the Harken’s fur.

Truth be told, confronting Su Daji with a stern warning was just an incidental purpose of his visit to Pearl River City. His true purpose here was to locate Abra Babulu, because Abra was his only key to getting in touch with the Mythic Spirits of Alkebulan. Besides…

“Are you going to depart for Alkebulan immediately after locating Abra?” The Harken opened its mouth languidly, and Qin Ye tossed a snack into the dog’s mouth like a well-oiled machine.

Hang on… well-oiled machine?

Why does it feel like I’ve been conditioned to do this action on instinct…

“Mm.” Qin Ye nodded softly, “Time is of the essence. It won’t be long before the new year. I’m essentially circumventing the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Forbidden Arts and directly inviting the Mythic Spirits to act upon the Russian Underworld’s bold actions… Damn, am I glad to be born in Cathay right now.”

Had he been born in Nippon or Daehan, would he find himself speaking with the same amount of clout right now? The response would’ve been more akin to this… “Ah, got it. You may be dismissed.” “Isn’t that under the purview of Hell? What are you doing looking to...