"Roro Asukaya, how many people are there in your White-Clad Interstellar Society?"
Uchiha Madara pretended to be familiar with him and asked many questions along the way. It looked like casual chatter, but in truth, he firmly committed every piece of information to memory.
Roro Asukaya laughed. "There are tons of people in our White-Clad Interstellar Society—around ten billion across the entire universe! In order to rule the whole universe, we recruit capable people from all over. Speaking of which, Uchiha Madara, your abilities aren't bad either. In our White-Clad Interstellar Society, you could probably become an executor directly beneath an apostle."
Uchiha Madara asked curiously, "Are apostles the highest-ranking officials of the White-Clad Interstellar Society? Are executors officers beneath them?"
Roro Asukaya shook his head. "Apostles are nothing much in the White-Clad Interstellar Society. Above them are Dharma Kings and Protectors, while the highest official is the Pope. Above the Pope is the White-Clad Interstellar God, the supreme deity worshipped by our organization. As for executors, there are probably over ten thousand of them in the White-Clad Interstellar Society."
Uchiha Madara was stunned. Inwardly, he gave a thumbs-up to his earlier policy of nonresistance. If he had rashly decided to fight Roro Asukaya to the death, then even if luck had allowed him to defeat him, who knew how horribly he would die when facing the Dharma Kings, Protectors, and Pope afterward?
Even if he fought, he had to strike only when he was certain of a kill. If he could not kill with a single blow, the future consequences would be endless. Uchiha Madara had already gained a profound understanding of this.
"Hey, Uchiha Madara, what are you spacing out for?"
Uchiha Madara suddenly jolted awake. He had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he had nearly