Tap, tap, tap—
Footsteps rang out.
Qian's four Shadow Clones emerged from the forest, each holding a longsword, surrounding the young man in the middle.
Yet faced with this situation, the young man merely swept a glance over Qian's four Shadow Clones, not showing the slightest fear on his face.
Seeing this, Qian was in no hurry to strike. He had taken an interest in this man and wanted to know his identity, so he had one of the Shadow Clones speak with him.
"Who are you?"
Ahead, a Shadow Clone facing the young man spoke directly.
Hearing this, the young man gave a cold laugh and said, "Heh, who am I? Just a homeless wanderer."
"A homeless wanderer."
Qian murmured the words, his brows knitting slightly. He hated this kind of riddling person.
However, before he could have the Shadow Clone continue questioning him, the young man before him went on, "But you—you should be a ninja of the Uchiha clan, right?"
"Hm? He recognized me?"
Qian was surprised.
One had to know that, to guard against the one-in-ten-thousand chance that someone might escape, his Shadow Clones all used the Transformation Technique when they acted.
Just like the four Shadow Clones in the field now—the appearances they maintained were those of perfectly ordinary middle-aged men.
And yet, even like this, the other party had still recognized him.
For this to happen, there were only two possibilities: either the other party understood the Uchiha clan extremely well, or he paid very close attention to the Uchiha clan's movements.
In short, he was very familiar with the Uchiha clan's combat style, which was why he could distinguish his identity from certain details.
Qian guessed that the other party was probably both.
Then he looked at the other party's eyes again.
Suddenly,