The instant Uchiha Madara put on the mask, he realized something was wrong. Somehow, he could sense Xing En's presence again.
Wearing the mask, Uchiha Madara looked at Xing En and said, "You young people have taught me a lesson. It seems people really can't refuse to admit they're getting old."
"This has nothing to do with age." Xing En smiled at Uchiha Madara. "Uncle Madara is so clever, but you probably never guessed that the issue was actually with the mask, right?"
"The mask?" Uchiha Madara asked. "What does it have to do with the mask? Is this mask made from the skin of a colorless snake? But it doesn't cover the whole body."
"How could such a lowly creature as a colorless snake create something of this high a grade?" Xing En said with a smile. "This is another function of the Banshee Mask. Once you put it on, it can conceal your presence."
"So it has that function too." Uchiha Madara found the mask rather interesting. It looked like nothing more than an ordinary, ancient mask, yet it possessed such a peculiar ability.
"This is a treasure of our Night Elves, and now I've given it to you. Don't you feel honored?" Xing En asked Uchiha Madara with a smile.
"I don't need things from your world. It's of no use to me. But in your world, this sort of thing would be very useful. If you were carrying out an assassination, it would be an invaluable treasure," Uchiha Madara said.
"What do you mean, our world? You make it sound like you aren't from this world," Xing En said with a smile.
"Of course we aren't from the same world," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"That's right. I'm still young. You old people were never