Qin Ye opened it up, and then immediately shut it again.

“I’ve got it.” He took a deep breath, and then turned back to the ancestral priest with a smile, “Please inform Lord Mythic Spirit that I’ll definitely be there when the time comes.”

With that he finally took his leave. And as he did, his expression grew grim and somber, and yet, it also appeared to be laced with a hint of excitement.

I was right! He’s definitely moved by my words! His response earlier was definitely borne out of caution more than anything. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have invited me back for a feast in four days’ time.

Truth be told, Qin Ye had initially thought that he was going to be given the cold shoulder once more. At the very least, he didn’t expect to receive a response as early as in four days’ time. Thus, he couldn’t help but draw his mind back to the arduous negotiations that had just occurred and ask himself - Why?

What was the catalyst that brought them over to my side? What made them change their mind?

Their blood feud?

Hell’s might and reputation?

Or perhaps it was a confluence of all of these factors. Regardless of what it was, Qin Ye didn’t feel assured in the slightest. So long as he didn’t get an affirmative response from the Black Mamba Underworld, he would never be able to rest assured.

Moreover, Black Mamba wasn’t quite acting in accordance with the conventions expected of a Mythic Spirit of an Alkebulan Underworld.

“What exactly is he trying to do?”

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