Qin Ye rushed right back to the netherworld.

He didn’t want to learn such trivial things if he could even help it at all!

I’m the boss of 20 million Yin spirits!

Can you please take your concerns about Yin Talismanology elsewhere? I’m a busy man! Do you think I have the time to be dealing with Spirit Particle Affinity? If I don’t understand, I’ll just ask the expert on this subject matter! What’s the big idea summoning me here just to talk about these things?! Where’s your respect for your superiors?!!

Sigh… That said, should a big man like me really be so calculative with a mere Yin beast? Don’t worry, I’ll continue to supply you with catnip. I would never put down a Yama-King--... I mean… a pet just because of such a minor transgression!

With that, his entire being transformed into a ferocious nethergale and vanished from sight. When he next appeared, he would already have arrived back in Hell, right in front of King Yanluo’s office on the fifth floor of the building located in the inner city of the Mythic Palace of Reflections.

“This is my first time coming in here.” He surveyed his new office with great interest. Even though he was already mentally prepared for it, he still found himself enchanted by the sprawling view in front of him.

It was both luxurious and austere at the same time. The two seemingly divergent styles blended seamlessly into each other.

The entire office spanned nearly a hundred square meters in size,...