Persona.

He had to put up a persona befitting of a proud Emissary of Hell, because the new Hell simply couldn’t afford to let others know about the collapse of the old Hell! The consequences of that would be unthinkable!

And this was precisely why they had come to Alkebulan in the first place. This was the very reason why they were having this conversation!

As Black Mamba looked Qin Ye straight in the eye, Qin Ye did his level best to suppress the wild beating of his heart. He didn’t want to give Black Mamba even the slightest bit of clue about the situation in Hell. He was obviously lying, but he knew he had to act as though he were fully convicted of his words if he were to pull a veil over Black Mamba’s eyes.

After a few seconds of tense silence, Black Mamba withdrew his gaze and smiled genially, “It is indeed a laughable suggestion. Given the current political climate within and without underworlds, the odds of large-scale wars breaking out or even civil unrest is little to none.”

“Therefore, I agree with you. Please continue.”

There was a sound of soft scribbling coming from the darkness beyond. Qin Ye didn’t relax in the slightest, much less commit a foolish act such as heave a sigh of relief. Instead, he simply leaned back slightly and raised two fingers, “Secondly, Fengdu isn’t inviting the Alkebulan Underworlds to stand on its side. Hell doesn’t need any underworlds to take its side. We simply dislike the idea of our neighbours owning Forbidden Art capabilities.”

“Prefect Qin.” Ancestral Shaman Cain immediately interjected, “Then, you could simply send your own troops to...