Everyone had their own perspective.
Uchiha Madara, invited as a guest, was not today's protagonist.
Although his actions in Jia Ma Sacred City over this period had drawn much attention, and the Misty Cloud Sect's Great Elder was quite interested in him, hoping to befriend and test him out—
The three-year agreement had arrived, after all. Dealing with the matter at hand came first.
Moreover, as an old-established faction with a legacy spanning countless years, the Misty Cloud Sect would rather have an opportunity to make contact with Madara and then persuade this outsider powerhouse to leave.
Then they could continue living as the local tyrants. That was what they truly wanted.
The Jia Ma Royal Family, on the other hand, wanted exactly the opposite. They hoped to win over a powerhouse like Uchiha Madara to stand against the Misty Cloud Sect.
However, Madara had been far too domineering in his actions lately, so the Jia Ma Royal Family had not rashly extended an olive branch.
Madara did not care about any of this. Though he understood it perfectly well, he had no desire to get involved.
Instead, he recalled a story Shin had once told him during one of their casual chats.
Legend had it that an owl caught a rotten rat. Just then, a phoenix happened to pass overhead. Fearing that the phoenix would snatch its food, the owl let out a frightened cry.
The story was very simple. Madara had felt nothing much after hearing it before, but now, he found himself deeply moved.
The multiverse, countless worlds.
How many owls were there in the world?
As for Xiao Yan, an indescribable emotion filled his chest, yet his steps maintained their steady pace.
His gaze remained fixed on the end of the stone stairs, each step