At that moment, Uchiha Madara thought of necromancers and the Blood Clan. As pariahs on the Elzeran Continent, they probably would not be foolish enough to attend something like this.
"That's exactly because every race participates that it's called the Race Conference," Kenping Yuelai said.
Kenping Yuelai was beginning to suspect that Uchiha Madara was deliberately teasing him. How could anyone possibly not know something like this?
"Old man, stop pretending. Even an idiot knows about this," Kenping Yuelai said with a smile.
"I really wasn't lying to you," Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "I came from a very distant and remote place, so there are many things about the Elzeran Continent that I've never heard of."
"I see." Kenping Yuelai thought about it and felt that Uchiha Madara's explanation made sense.
After all, he had truly never heard the name Uchiha Madara before. It was also the first time he had heard that surname anywhere on the Elzeran Continent.
If that was the case, then it proved that Uchiha Madara really did come from some small place.
"But if you haven't even heard of such a grand event held once every four years, old man, then you really are ignorant," Kenping Yuelai said with a smile.
"Can even necromancers and members of the Blood Clan on the Elzeran Continent attend this Race Conference?" Uchiha Madara asked.
Uchiha Madara felt that should be impossible. After all, the Blood Clan and necromancers were like rats crossing the street on the Elzeran Continent.
Wouldn't they be killed the moment they showed themselves? Surely no one from those two races would be foolish enough to go there on their own.
"Of course they can," Kenping Yuelai said with a smile. "This is the Race Conference. People of any race may attend."
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