There were many representatives in the warehouse. The ones on the left side of the warehouse were the representatives of the Alkebulan Underworlds, of a total of 37 Yin spirits. Not a single one of them wasn’t illustrious in their own right, ranging from art directors of Alkebulan Tribes, ministers in charge of humanities, negotiators, and representatives or members of other relevant departments.

Meanwhile, a row of representatives from Hell stood on the right side of the warehouse. There were 35 Yin spirits in total, including Wu Daozi, an expert in art, together with various provincial and other ministerial officials. Wu Daozi was here largely for his expertise in assessing the value of art pieces, while the rest of the officials were here in the event any important political or geopolitical issues needed to be discussed. There were also experts from Hell here to take charge of the negotiation process, up to the stage when the prices were finalized.

Qin Ye sat right in the center of the warehouse. Truth be told, he didn’t need to be here, because Hell was more than prepared for these negotiations. However, as the future King Yanluo of Hell, he knew it was still his duty to be here.

Sure, he might not need to be involved in every nitty gritty process in Hell, but it was still part and parcel of his duty to have a general understanding of the processes involved in arriving at a particular end.

The two rows of tables and chairs were separated from each other, while the center...