Don't Go

At this moment, the Asura Clan was filled with cries of sorrow.

"Clan Leader, don't go!"

"Waaaaah, Clan Leader, the sacred artifact has run away, are you abandoning us too?"

"Clan Leader, don't go! How will we live without you!"

"Clan Leader, don't go—"

Cries and screams rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire Asura Clan.

If we zoom out, the scene is truly spectacular.

One after another, the Asura Clan formed a long, winding line, each person tightly holding the waist or legs of the person in front of them, one after another, Shengsheng them for hundreds of meters.

And at the very front of them was their Clan Leader.

--ink.

Mo's body, which was about the size of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, was carrying at least three or four tribesmen. His legs were being held tightly, and every step he took forward felt like he was dragging an entire mountain.

At that moment, he took a difficult step forward, and then a series of wails came from behind him.

A rare hint of helplessness appeared on Mo's usually composed face.

His people are usually quite normal.

But perhaps it was because the loss of the sacred relic was such a huge blow to them.

Now they've all turned into this.

They were afraid that he would abandon them too.

Mo was helpless about this, as he had never left this place since his birth.

This was his first real trip outside.

Ink holds a very high position among the Asura Clan, so high that it is only slightly inferior to their sacred objects.

Perhaps this is the benefit of living long enough.

Over the past tens of thousands of years, Mo has witnessed the birth of generations of its people from the Divine Power of Sapphire Blue, witnessed this barren land gradually transform into a tribe, and witnessed generation after generation of its people grow up, start families, and grow old.

Over thousands of years, the experienced Mo naturally became the backbone of the entire Asura Clan.

Sometimes, Mo would observe his people in his spare time, trying to deduce from them what kind of personality the Gods who created them had.

After all, they were born because of that Spear, and the Spear existed because of its owner.

There must be some connection between them.

Upon observation, Mo discovered that his people share a common characteristic.

They generally have very thick skin. Just how thick?

--Invulnerable to swords and spears.

Although Mo had never actually tested the swords and spears, he believed that even if these tribesmen were sent out to explore on their own, they would not suffer any losses.

This commonality gave Mo a vague, uncertain guess:

Their creators, perhaps... are also shameless?

Having reached this conclusion, Mo felt that he might have overstepped his bounds, and he repeatedly begged for forgiveness in his heart.

The recollection ended, and Mo took another difficult step forward.

"I'm just going out to look for... someone, I'll be back soon."

He had been held captive by this group of tribesmen for a full day and night. The distance from the shrine in the center of the tribe to the main gate of the tribe was only a few hundred steps, but he had walked for a whole day and night and still hadn't gotten out.

"Clan Leader, you're lying!" The clansman who was clinging to his left leg looked up, his eyes red-rimmed. "You've always been sitting next to the sacred object, and you don't even log onto the Star Network. How could you possibly know anyone?"

"Yes, Clan Leader."

The tribesman who was holding his right leg also poked his head out and added righteously:

"I've been watching a lot of videos and reading novels on the Star Network lately, and in them, when the bad guys abandon their families or clansmen, they all say this: After they leave, they never come back."

As soon as the two Asura Clan finished speaking, they began to wail again.

"Clan Leader, don't go! We've been very good."

"Clan Leader, I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you before."

Upon hearing this, Mo turned his head to look at the source of the voice.

It was a fair-skinned, tall Asura Clan was hugging the waist of the person in front of him, with two lines of tears on his face.

Mo asked, somewhat puzzled, "What did you lie to me about?"

Upon hearing this, the Asura Clan's crying abruptly ceased.

He lowered his head and honestly confessed:

Actually, I don't like A Hua, I like her husband A Niu.

As he spoke, he raised his head and winked at A Niu not far away. His gaze was so intense, so direct, and so oblivious to everyone else that it was almost unbearable to look at.

In the crowd, A Niu's honest face turned bright red at a visible speed, from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears, and even the two white horns on his head turned a faint pink.

A Hua, who was standing next to him, glanced at her husband, then at the guy who was still winking and making faces. Then, she raised her hand and slapped A Niu on the back of the head.

Mo's face darkened, just like his name.

It's best not to tell this old man about such things.

You younger generation should solve this yourselves!

Mo glanced back again.

He stopped and turned around to face the faces that were streaked with tears, with red eyes, yet forcing smiles.

Mo said solemnly, "I will come back."

Upon hearing this, the Asura Clan members around him exchanged glances and, one by one, released their grip. They got up from the ground, dusted off their knees, and gathered around Mo.

An Asura Clan with jewels in his hair stepped forward, straightened Mo's rumpled collar, and smiled:

"Clan Leader, you don't have to come back. You've protected us for so long. Leaving here and going out to see the world is for your own good."

Her voice was calm, and her smile was gentle, but her eyes looked somewhat red.

Beside him, another member of the Asura Clan hastily wiped away his tears with his sleeve and took over the conversation:

"Yes, Clan Leader, you may go now. Just remember to come back and visit us occasionally. Otherwise, we'll really miss you."

His tears kept welling up after he wiped them away, so he simply stopped wiping them, grinned, and revealed a row of white teeth.

The other Asura Clan were also secretly wiping away their tears. Some wiped with their sleeves, some with the corners of their clothes, and a few couldn't hold back any longer and simply turned away, their shoulders shaking with sobs.

In an instant, the entire entrance to the tribe was filled with weeping, and even the wind seemed to whistle a few times.