“Phagpa?” Qin Ye exclaimed in horror.

“You’ve actually heard of him?” The Harken quipped back, obviously casting aspersions as to Qin Ye’s intelligence.

Then, for the next few moments, the Harken stared at Qin Ye as Qin Ye recited the synopsis of a wuxia novel he read. Meanwhile, Qin Ye nodded vigorously as he spoke, almost as though he was confirming that there was nothing wrong with his recollection.

After a dozen seconds or so, the Harken turned back with a soft sigh and lamented to himself, “I was a fool to have been so hopeful like that. That said, it’s quite something else to have recited the synopsis of master Huang Yi’s debut work with such absolute clarity and succinctness…”

“Well… I am a hundred years old, you know. I can’t afford to let others say that the King Yanluo of Hell is a complete doofus, can I?”

Fortunately, Qin Ye clammed up sensibly as soon as the Harken gave him yet another one of its trademark shut-the-hell-up glares. Then, the Harken drew a deep breath, repressed the deep murderous intent in its heart and explained, “Phagpa’s name is originally Drogon Chogyal, the first Imperial Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty. He died in the 17th year of the Yuan Dynasty, at the Lhakhang palace in Sakya at the tender age of 45. During the time that he was alive, he was often known to be the authority in the nation. It was for this reason that he was given the posthumous nickname, ‘Authority of All, Subject to One’. During his...