Every high-ranking official of Hell would invariably have their own scribe who followed them around.

Their task was to record everything their master did, including every word that was spoken, and every deed that was done, lest anything be forgotten.

And this time, Yanluo Qin’s words were so laden with meaning that every other Emissary of Hell immediately fell silent as they mulled over the gravity of his words. Meanwhile, every scribe around recorded all that was said furiously.

Qin Ye didn’t say much more. Instead, they simply walked along the docks, taking in the sights and the sounds around, allowing it to wash away any anxieties in their hearts.

“There is a way we can achieve a live broadcast.” Zhao Yun was the first one who broke the silence as he walked up beside Qin Ye, “Truth be told, transmitting the images of the mortal realm directly to projection screens in the netherworld shouldn’t be possible, but given my abilities right now, I do have some ways of circumventing the ironclad rules governing the relationship between the mortal realm and the netherworld. By my estimates, I should be able to sustain the broadcast for approximately four hours.”

“That would be sufficient.” Qin Ye smiled, “We wouldn’t want to be giving off the wrong impression that Hell is ready to return to the international arena anyway. Meanwhile, like you’ve mentioned, there’s clearly someone more anxious than us about the conclusion of the last supernatural incident at the Yin mountains.”

“And that’s incidentally also our true target this time...