"Narada!!!"
The questioning voice of Indra echoed between heaven and earth.
The entire Heavenly Realm instantly dimmed, dark clouds covered the sky, and the fog churned like murky river water, almost about to pour down.
Boom!
Narada, the Immortal, swallowed hard, his eyeballs trembling.
Narayana, oh Narayana!
What to do now?
Narada, the Immortal, felt slightly guilty, blinking frantically, speaking without much thought.
"I..."
"I... I did it to find you sooner; if war broke out in the Heavenly Realm, you would definitely come back."
Narada's voice grew softer and less confident as he spoke.
At that moment, he stood there, with cold sweat continuously seeping out from behind.
"Is this why you stole the Amrita?!"
Indra stated sternly.
Narada: "..."
Clutching the Vina, Narada thought of the task entrusted by the Supreme Lord, defiantly stiffening his neck, "It's a secret, how can an Immortal's matters be so casually discussed..."
"Yes!"
