The news spread throughout Ninshu in an instant. The Sage of Six Paths immediately ordered all Ninshu disciples to assemble in the main hall for a public final assessment that would determine Ninshu's next successor.
Inside Ninshu's vast Main Hall, all the disciples stood in orderly rows, the atmosphere solemn and tense.
Every gaze was fixed on the two heirs standing in the center of the Main Hall.
Indra stood quietly to one side, his posture straight and aloof, his expression perfectly calm.
No one else could see the coldness and obsession churning within him. Only he knew that his former respect for his father and his hopes for familial affection had all but vanished.
If today's result disappointed him, even Indra did not know what he might do.
Asura stood on the other side with a gentle smile, radiating warmth and sincerity, a group of devoted followers behind him.
Asura turned to his older brother first, his tone sincere and humble, carrying the easy acceptance of someone who believed he had already lost.
"Brother, I heard you completed your mission and returned long ago. You were so incredibly efficient. I wouldn't expect anything less from you."
"By the looks of it, I've really lost this time. You'll undoubtedly be Ninshu's successor."
In the past, hearing his younger brother yield so humbly would have stirred some brotherly warmth in Indra's heart.
But now, he had already seen through the hypocrisy of every rule.
He shook his head lightly, his tone flat and betraying neither joy nor anger. "The results haven't been announced yet. It's too early to draw conclusions."
At that, Asura could not help laughing heartily, assuming his older brother was simply being overly cautious and reserved.
"Haha, there's no need to be modest, Brother. I wasted too much