misfortune
"Asura." Indra suddenly called out to the person walking beside him. He waited for him to turn his head. "If one day, the Celestial Clan and the Ghost Clan are no longer enemies, what would you do?"
"Why do you ask that suddenly?" Ashura turned and saw Indra's golden eyes. His face was truly innocent and beautiful, which gave him a rare bit of patience. "If that day ever comes, we ghosts will probably be ostracized by the world. Perhaps I will have died on the battlefield long before that."
The honor of the ghost clan cannot be betrayed.
"I see," Indra smiled softly, lifting the dove perched on his finger and gently stroking its feathers with his slender jade fingers. "It's exactly the answer I expected."
He knew Ashura so well that he knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Then why do you bother asking?" Ashura teased.
"I can confirm that you are indeed that person." Indra said softly.
There was a sudden commotion and chaos up ahead, and the originally flowing crowd suddenly went in the opposite direction, rushing towards the two of them with panicked looks on their faces.
"Help! The Celestial Tribe and the Ghost Tribe are fighting again!"
Faced with the surging crowd, Asura grabbed Indra and the two of them moved to the corner of the wall to avoid being separated.
Asura glanced at Indra, who looked gravely conscious. He whispered in Indra's ear, "Your Celestial King claims to be righteous, but isn't he also using the same despicable tactics as the despicable Ghost Clan, causing war to rage across the world?"
"You are wrong, Asura." Indra raised his head slightly, and his graceful and smooth neck line highlighted an arc, which attracted Asura's attention for a moment.
The blond boy's voice was clear and warm, his bright eyes brimming with hope. He spoke with a touch of sorrow and sadness, "The Celestial King has long been reduced to a puppet, manipulated by the Celestials. The young prince has been cursed, his bloodline suppressed, powerless to recover. This seemingly magnificent city could crumble at any moment, and the Celestials are no longer the same."
"Ashura, look over there, the source of the war." Indra pointed to the distance, directing Ashura's perspective. "You and I both have the ability to sense power, so you can see that the sky over there is shrouded in demonic energy from the abyss."
Knowing that what he said was true, Asura remained noncommittal.
The Celestial Clan is rotten and has long been corrupted.
If Indra had known this, he would have chosen to leave and look for a way to save the world elsewhere.
He turned his gaze back to Ashura. The resolute and stern face in front of him almost filled him with all his hopes.
The crowds had mostly dispersed, and the already gloomy town became even more eerie and strange.
"It's time for us to leave, Your Majesty." Indra released the white dove in his hand and urged Asura softly.
"As a member of the Celestial Clan, you don't want to support your own people?" Ashura was a little surprised, and then sneered.
"Asura, the people of the Celestial Clan are cold-blooded and ruthless. They are all selfish and afraid of death. I am such a person too." Indra said with a smile.
His expression and tone were extremely sincere, luxurious and sacred, sharp and soft.
"Not only that, I am also a noble among the Celestial Clan, which fits the impression you have in your mind."
Ashura snorted coldly, "Of course I know you are a noble."
The celestial race is also divided into different levels. Indra's dignified and composed appearance is not something that ordinary celestials can possess.
"Without the ability to fight, a weak Celestial Clan like me would just die if we go up now. Asura, you are the king of the ghost clan, why are you unwilling to help your compatriots?" Indra asked him with a smile.
"Of course I will go." Asura no longer stood by with his arms crossed, but instead held Indra's wrist and strode forward.
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