"That didn't suit your identity as an assassin at all, and it didn't suit your temperament either," Uchiha Madara said.
"Old man." Kenping Yuelai paid no attention to Uchiha Madara's words. Instead, he looked at him with a smile and asked.
"If there's something you want to ask, just ask it. Don't beat around the bush with me," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"I just wanted to ask, old man—at your age, what kind of charm did you have that even the legendary Snow Woman fell under your pomegranate skirt?" Kenping Yuelai asked, looking at Uchiha Madara.
"Since when did I ever have a pomegranate skirt?" Uchiha Madara said speechlessly.
"Then how did you manage it?" Kenping Yuelai continued.
"I read in books that Snow Women are cold-blooded and heartless creatures. Their hearts are as cold as the environment here," Kenping Yuelai said.
"What does that have to do with me?" Uchiha Madara asked with a smile.
"I simply appealed to her emotions and reason. It wasn't because I showed off any kind of charm. Besides, at my age, what charm could I possibly have?" Uchiha Madara said.
"Young ladies like young men like you. Old men like us have long since been ignored by everyone," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"That's not necessarily true," Kenping Yuelai said to Uchiha Madara. "Perhaps you haven't heard, old man, but there was once a stirring love story on the Elzeran Continent."
"That love story was about a man from the Demon Clan and a Snow Woman," Kenping Yuelai said.
"Something like that happened?" Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "You haven't seen the true appearance of a Snow Woman yet. If you did, I think you wouldn't be so persistent."
"They have a true appearance?" Kenping Yuelai asked, looking at