Arthis was a little surprised.

From her understanding, Qin Ye was never one to take the initiative and bring the fight to others. Put bluntly, even though Qin Ye had improved ever since Arthis first met him, he was still pretty much a coward.

“Are you certain?”

“... What do you mean with that tone of voice?” Qin Ye sighed in exasperation and massaged his temples.

He had contemplated for hours on whether to take the plunge or not.

If he didn’t, and he instead chose the alternative, how long would it take before Yin spirits can enter Hell once more? Fifty years? Hundred years?

As long as Hell remained in disorder, Yin spirits would have no place to go. In turn, the fifty to hundred years’ worth of Yin spirits would all fall under the command of the three daolords. Zhang Chenghai had once mentioned that the aggregated Yin energy count across all of Cathay totalled 1.2 billion Yin. It was already like a taut fishing line - there was hardly any room for more load before it snapped.

When that time comes, the three daolords might well be able to breach the City of Salvation’s defenses even before Hell can be reestablished.

It was better to strike first.

This was the lesser of two evils. At the very least, Lord Harken is still part of the old system of officials, isn’t he? When all is said and done, he’s still considered family… perhaps he might even leave us a back door or something…

“Alright. Then, listen...