Ashmound City, Hell.

“You’re smiling?” The Harken stared at Xu Yangyi and blinked its eyes with great disbelief, “You’re actually smiling?”

The Second King Yanluo opened his eyes, revealing a gaze so deep and abstruse that it appeared to contain the entire universe, “Before embarking on this learning journey to Daehan, I’d at best give my successor a passing grade of 60 marks. That said… he’s undoubtedly earned himself the right to be assessed with full marks.”

“It’s remarkable.” He looked up at the magnificent Ashmound City and laughed heartily, “When he first took over, he was still a coward concerned about his own survival. However, he’s since then metamorphosize into a valiant man worthy of being called the Third King Yanluo of Hell. To think that he’s actually able to stand firm in the face of a Lord of the Danube without even thinking of retreating. I’m pleased… I’m truly pleased…”

“After all, what’s an opulent city full of gold good for without a domineering leader filled with righteous pride and haughtiness?”

“Both preceding King Yanluos of Hell have built their empires on the foundation of bloodshed, before proceeding to reshape their civilization. It’s not sufficient to only be competent with the matters of politics and economy. After all, modern day Cathay is surrounded by superpowers who have long oppressed them with sanctions and the like, and the Yin spirits borne of these nation are bound to...