Uchiha Madara smiled as he watched Belaque drift off to sleep.
He found a spot for himself as well, lay down, and immediately fell asleep. Uchiha Madara was not particularly demanding about sleeping conditions; as long as there was somewhere to rest, that was enough.
Uchiha Madara had always believed that he harbored great ideals, so he never concerned himself with the hardships of daily life.
Compared to lofty spiritual ideals, such superficial comforts were utterly insignificant.
At that thought, Uchiha Madara suddenly remembered that he had not yet sealed the magic stone. It would be a real loss if the little Dwarf Clan girl stole it someday.
After all, the person traveling beside him was Belaque, the Shadowless Thief—the most famous thief on the entire Elzeran Continent.
Uchiha Madara took out a palm-sized scroll from his waist. After unfolding it, he bit open his finger and densely covered the scroll with complex Sealing Techniques.
Once he was done, Uchiha Madara carefully took out the magic stone, making sure not to look at it.
He gently unwrapped the layer of cloth around the magic stone, then, relying on his memory, placed it in the center of the scroll.
After a simple hand seal, the magic stone was completely sealed inside the scroll. Uchiha Madara could no longer feel its seductive pull in the slightest.
Satisfied, Uchiha Madara lay down and drifted into sleep as well.
By this time, everyone had gradually entered the land of dreams, but Xing En was having a much harder time.
Before the silver-haired youth stood two tall, imposing treants.
"Several centuries ago, the Night Elves and the Elves reconciled. Can't you two treants let me in? By stopping me now, you're stopping one of your own kind," Xing En said helplessly to the two treants.