"Then you should have already foreseen an uncertain factor, shouldn't you?" the woman asked.
"There is a man, but his name does not exist in this world," the man replied.
"His name does not exist because he was never from this world to begin with." The woman smiled. "His name is Uchiha Madara. He is an outsider, and now it seems he is quite an interesting person."
"Sure enough, there is nothing in this world that you do not know." The man asked the woman beside him, "How much longer do I have to live?"
"I know everything, but I cannot change anything. I am merely Her spokesperson in this world. I came to safeguard fate," the woman said with a smile.
"I have foreseen too many things. I have changed too many destinies." The man's voice carried a trace of sorrow.
"That is why I only came to give you a warning. The terror of hell is beyond anything you can imagine. This Elzeran Continent has its own destiny. You may foresee and alter some small matters, but no one can shift the final tide of events—the gears of fate," the woman said with a smile.
After saying that, the woman slowly turned and left. Just as she reached the door, the man seemed to suddenly remember something. His withered-wood-like hands slapped the table as he said, "Where is Ansheng? Why did the magic stone corrupt his mind?"
The woman stopped but did not answer his question. Instead, she turned back with a smile and said, "You should try to live a few more days, pitiful man."
Meanwhile, Uchiha Madara and Belaque had flown for a long time, and the sky gradually darkened.
"We should be about there," Belaque said. "If we keep flying forward, there still will not