"But this time, he had nothing to do with me." Uchiha Madara looked at Ci Enyiwu and said, "It was entirely because you're such a pretty girl."
"People who are good-looking seem to have more trouble every day than those with ordinary looks," Uchiha Madara said.
"No." Ci Enyiwu smiled. "It's exactly the opposite."
"Sometimes, just having a pretty face can solve a lot of troublesome problems," Ci Enyiwu said.
"That kind of convenience is something ordinary-looking girls can never experience." Ci Enyiwu smiled.
"Then you must get to experience it every day," Uchiha Madara asked, looking at Ci Enyiwu.
Ci Enyiwu shook her head. "Unless I have something important to do, I stay by myself in the Church and don't go out."
"I only know these things because I've seen a great deal. I've lived far longer than an old man like you." Ci Enyiwu looked at Uchiha Madara. "In my eyes, you're just a child."
"I know," Uchiha Madara said helplessly.
Uchiha Madara knew perfectly well that Ci Enyiwu must have lived for an incredibly long time.
He even suspected that Ci Enyiwu might have existed ever since the Elzeran Continent was born.
After all, order had existed from the very beginning, ever since this world came into being.
The owner brought out the dishes from the kitchen and placed them on their table. Uchiha Madara and Ci Enyiwu exchanged a glance, nodded, and began eating.
Meanwhile, at the general's residence.
Zhe Lifenfang said to his father, "Old man, do you know any pretty young women?"
Though Zhe Lifenfang's father had some gray at his temples, he still possessed a heroic air, looking like a man who could stand against ten thousand enemies.
"Of course I do." Zhe Lifenfang's father laughed. "The girl you mean is your mother,