After Feng Jun and the others had several Asuras deliver the message, they stopped paying attention to the movements of the Asuras.
Just like before, any Asura combat squad that came near would be wiped out.
Discussing the Dao and divining the changes in space were the proper matters.
That day, while everyone was discussing the Dao, a sharp glint flashed in Nether Shadow's eyes. "More Asuras are coming... carrying white flags."
The white flag had been a casual suggestion from Feng Jun, indicating that the Asuras were responsible for negotiations.
The other cultivators neither objected nor questioned why it had to be a white flag—it was merely an agreement.
Yi Jue, however, remarked, "White flags are nice. At least they don't look dirty."
She had also developed a slight aversion to the filthiness of the Asuras. As a Kun Cultivator, she naturally did not like grimy things.
Nether Shadow had always been quite proactive in killing Asuras, but this time there was an agreement, so he could only let it go.
Yi Jue was busy with Divination and paid no attention to such a trivial matter. Qing Yao, on the other hand, was relatively free.
She swept out with her Divine Thought, then frowned slightly. "Why are there six of them?"
They had only sent four Asuras to carry the message—mainly because they feared the messengers might be killed on the way, so they had split them into four groups.
The current Ashura World was chaotic beyond measure. There was both a plague and an invasion by Human Race cultivators.
In such apocalyptic chaos, even public order among the Asuras was terrible, not to mention the possibility of encountering cultivators.
"They must be people sent by the Asura King," Wei Sancai answered casually. "Let them come over."
That suggestion