Emissary.

Prefect-class Emissary… Qin Ye’s pupils narrowed as he stood up and shifted to the seat located right beside the uninvited guest. Both men locked eyes and they sized each other up. After some time, he smiled and nodded back, “Emissary of Hell, Prefect Qin.”

The two men shook hands. Cold and warm. Mayasu’s gaze instantly flickered wildly, and he gasped in unconcealed shock, “A living emissary?”

And then, he shook his head in exclamation, “As expected of Hell… the forerunners of the netherworld. There probably aren’t more than ten living underworldly emissaries in the netherworld right now…”

With that, he pulled out a small box and presented it with both hands, “Eritrean Underworld’s Sunbird Tribe humbly presents Hell with a humble token gift of a sundial. We wish you happiness always.”

Qin Ye accepted the gift with a soft smile on his face. Gifts like this would never be too expensive, particularly since it would bear the mark of the underworld making the gift. This was why it was called a token gift more than anything of value.

His actions had already drawn the attention of the other crew on board the plane. However, Qin Ye had earlier already given them a soft wink, and they naturally acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

Qin Ye set aside the exquisite wooden gift box and smiled casually, “So are the Alkebulan Underworlds...