Though the old man looked quite energetic, his body was aged and frail. The skin on his face sagged like withered wood, and he wore an ordinary coarse linen robe, blue veins standing out beneath his skin. At a glance, he looked little different from the mountain folk.
"Me?"
The old man looked at Uchiha Madara, and a sharp gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes. "This old man has come for heavenly justice. Would this friend be willing to come along?"
Yu Lingxin suddenly felt her hairs stand on end and her scalp go numb. She looked the old man over again, but this time, her gaze was completely different.
If this old man truly were an ordinary mountain villager, how could he dare speak so bluntly? And to someone like Uchiha Madara, no less?
Still, it was clear that the old man had a viciously keen eye. He had likely seen through some of Uchiha Madara's true capabilities.
"I have no such intention."
Uchiha Madara rejected him outright. "I only came to pay my respects to two great powers at the Immortal-Demon level. Anything beyond that has little to do with me."
"Is that so? What a pity."
The old man shook his head, looking utterly helpless.
"What are you doing here?"
At that moment, this group's casual conversation, completely ignoring the guards and roadblocks, soon caught the attention of those stationed in the red maple forest. A burly man strode over and shouted at them, "This place is a forbidden ground of Utuo City. You'd best change course at once, or those people over there will be your fate!"
As he spoke, he casually pointed at the punished mountain folk with his foot, making the meaning obvious: consider the consequences yourselves.
"Haha, it seems this matter won't be