Hamura Otsutsuki was a rather cryptic fellow, but there was no denying that his words seemed to confirm Xia Yan's view!
Even though the man had not said a single useful word, Xia Yan felt as though he had been seen through.
It was an awful feeling, yet undeniably, it also gave Xia Yan a sense of security.
Because if things really were as he imagined, then he was indeed safe.
Still, Xia Yan needed to explore and investigate this further. A guess was only a guess; he needed more concrete details and information.
To be honest, only now did Xia Yan begin to seriously study Hamura Otsutsuki.
Yet what puzzled Xia Yan was that he had clearly felt he could see the man, but now, looking closely, he felt as though a layer of mist stood between them.
All he could see was an aged yet distinguished old man. Beyond that, he truly could see nothing.
The illusion of someone being right before his eyes, yet impossible to see or sense, made Xia Yan profoundly uncomfortable.
Xia Yan sighed inwardly. He could only attribute it to the enormous gap between them, one so great it was almost despair-inducing.
"Senior Hamura, the foundation of a shinobi's intelligence analysis is having sufficient intelligence."
After collecting himself, Xia Yan spoke earnestly.
"I don't have enough information, so I wouldn't dare make reckless guesses about your intentions. After all, nothing good would come of guessing wrong."
"Is that so?"
Hamura Otsutsuki still watched Xia Yan with a faint, ambiguous smile, but this time, he did not make things too difficult for him.
He tapped the table lightly, and in an instant, everything around them changed.
The pale golden space became like countless mirrors, with images playing continuously within them.
Xia Yan looked up