"You saw through my identity at a glance." Dales said to the old man. "You really are a well-informed elderly man."
"Stop calling me an elderly man every other word. I think I'm about the same age as the person beside you. I just look a little older, while he looks a little younger," the old man said with a smile.
"My name is Helunaixing. I still think it would be more comfortable if you two simply called me by my name," Helunaixing said.
"How could we do that? At your age, calling you by name would seem far too disrespectful," Uchiha Madara said.
"Whether it's respectful or not is for me to decide. It has nothing to do with the two of you. I actually prefer people calling me by my name, and I'm really not that old," Helunaixing said.
Uchiha Madara examined the eccentric old man but found nothing unusual about him. Yet whenever he looked into the old man's eyes, he always felt deeply uncomfortable.
Uchiha Madara himself could not say where that strange feeling came from, nor did he know its cause.
He simply had the feeling that whenever he looked into the old man's eyes, something very strange stirred within him.
"Even if this is No Man's Land, you'd better not expose yourself so openly as a necromancer," Helunaixing said.
"This place may be beyond anyone's control or concern, but your identity is far too special," Helunaixing said.
"If you want to live well on the Elzeran Continent, you'd best hide yourself like an ordinary person," Helunaixing said.
"I understand. Thank you for your guidance," Dales said.
"But what kind of spell did you use just now? I've never seen a technique that could make someone float in the sky," Dales asked as he looked