"Do you really not want any? It's something very expensive." Belaque looked at Uchiha Madara and asked, "Even if you don't want to drink it, you could at least have a taste. You may be getting on in years, but you still need to bravely embrace new things."
"Forget it, forget it. Thank you." Uchiha Madara said with a smile, "Only if I can resist the temptation of this honey can I resist the temptation of Magic Stones in the future."
"They're not the same thing. One is good and one is bad; one affects the taste buds, while the other affects the soul," Belaque said.
"You should hurry up and pour it out. I'm afraid I really might lose control later and ask you for some," Uchiha Madara said to Belaque with a smile.
"You've lived most of your life and still don't know how to enjoy yourself." Belaque slowly walked to the riverbank.
"Can you make a hole for me? The ice is so thick—what am I supposed to do?" Belaque turned and asked Uchiha Madara.
"Stop putting on such a pitiful act. I know a little about your strength, and even now, I still don't understand where your true limits lie." Uchiha Madara smiled. "Forget the ice outside. Even ice several meters thick would be no problem for you."
"But you're a man. At times like this, isn't this kind of work supposed to be done by men?" Belaque said.
"Between the two of us, I'm an elder too. Shouldn't you respect the old and care for the young?" Belaque added.
Hearing Belaque's words, Uchiha Madara could only say helplessly, "You've said everything there is to say. I don't think I have any reason left to refuse. Back when you cried and insisted on coming with me,