After all, Feis Qianjie was still alive and well. The two of them had fought for so long without any result; judging from the current situation, neither of them seemed to have suffered even the slightest injury.
"You misunderstand. I didn't win," Uchiha Madara said.
"Young people should be proud when it's time to be proud. Don't be so modest—though modesty is a good quality," the old man said to Uchiha Madara with a smile. "You finally killed that damned thing. But you really are impressive."
"When I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were no ordinary young man. I never thought that, even at my age, this old man's judgment of people would still be so accurate," the old man said.
"When no one believed in you, I was the one standing behind you all along, because I knew my judgment couldn't possibly be wrong." The old man looked at Uchiha Madara. "You truly didn't disappoint me."
"I told you, you misunderstood." Uchiha Madara smiled at the old man. "The outcome wasn't what you thought. I didn't win."
"If you didn't win, then where did that damned thing go? Did you beat it into running away?" the old man asked, looking at Uchiha Madara in disbelief.
At that moment, Feis Qianjie glared angrily at the old man.
"I still haven't settled the score with you, old man. Just wait—sooner or later, I'll come looking for you," Feis Qianjie said.
Upon hearing Feis Qianjie's words, the old man looked at the Feis Qianjie before him and suddenly understood. He had changed form.
"You're still alive," the old man said.
Everyone hurriedly stepped back. They watched Feis Qianjie vigilantly, pulling out all manner of weapons.
"You people don't need to be so nervous. I'm in a good mood today,