A car hurtled through the city. Cheng Jianfeng looked high-strung with tension, glancing at the back seat from time to time. But as soon as the teenager seated in the back seat even shifted in the slightest, he would immediately retract his gaze and continue driving on with a somber expression on his face.

All of his previous thoughts of what to expect had gone completely out the window as soon as he saw Qin Ye. The terrifying Yin energy almost akin to the ominous clouds in the sky caused his heart to palpitate wildly. In that moment, he immediately realized that Walkers and Emissaries of Hell were existences that were practically worlds apart.

“There’s no need to be afraid.” Qin Ye crossed his legs and leaned back comfortably into the back seat, stroking the Harken’s fur from time to time. It had only been two years, yet his disposition had clearly changed from that of a hapless, cowardly teenager to that befitting of a lofty and haughty King Yanluo of Hell.

Qin Ye continued, “I’m also just a civil servant of Hell. You can think of Hell as a form of government, and not a gathering of evil ghosts and spirits. Your consternation arises from the simple fact that you haven’t been exposed to many Emissaries of Hell. Once you get used to us, you’ll come to realize that we’re just as normal as it gets.”

“Yes…” Cheng Jianfeng pursed his lips tightly together and responded stiffly.

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