Meanwhile, in the palace of the Land of Whirlpools, Feng sat by the window, his brows tightly furrowed.
He was thinking about Huo, Land of Earth, and Land of Lightning taking the lead in forming the Northern Pact, as well as how to deal with the One-Tail inside Gaara and the recently reborn Three-Tails.
As for the Earth-Moon Passage, there had been no news for three years. Feng guessed that either Black Zetsu had not found it, or he had found it and did not want to hand it over.
But either way, it was something that could be handled slowly. It was nowhere near as urgent as the three matters before him.
However, just one day later—
"Hey! Kid Feng, that pitch-black Zetsu is here."
The Nine-Tails inside Feng suddenly spoke up to warn him.
Even he had not expected that the moment he mentioned Black Zetsu, Black Zetsu would come looking for him himself.
Fortunately, Feng had always kept the Nine-Tails' malice sensing active—not for anything else, but solely to warn him of Black Zetsu and Obito. That was why he detected Black Zetsu as soon as he approached.
"Black Zetsu?"
Feng paused at the Nine-Tails' warning, then quickly made his way to a spacious training ground.
He first waved away the people nearby, then calmly said:
"Black Zetsu, come out."
The surroundings were silent and empty, yet a completely black figure slowly emerged from a large tree at the edge of the training ground.
"As expected of someone capable of mastering the Flying Thunder God. Your senses are unimaginably sharp."
Black Zetsu looked at Feng with a low, steady voice.
"If you came all this way just to praise me, then all I can say is thanks.
But if you came for the One-Tail, I believe I