Uchiha Yan's brow furrowed. He wasn't afraid of his identity as a transmigrator being seen; he was afraid of the Uchiha Clan Massacre plot from Naruto being seen.
If that were seen, it would be strange if Uchiha Itachi weren't killed. Worse still, even Fugaku and Shisui might be killed.
But judging by Uchiha Haruna's reaction, he didn't seem to have seen it.
Xiaren rolled his eyes. "I'm an Uchiha, not a member of the Yamanaka Clan. Seeing one or two images that left a deep impression on you is already pretty good.
"Of course, if you run into Inabi, he can not only see your memories but erase them too. His Genjutsu is the strongest in the Uchiha Clan.
"Unless you possess the Mangekyō Sharingan, no one can break Inabi's Genjutsu."
"Stop looking at my memories!"
Uchiha Yan stared fixedly at Xiaren. "Inside my head is a plan concerning hundreds of years of peace in the Shinobi World. Don't turn me into an idiot.
"Just tell me what you want to ask. As long as it doesn't concern the plan, I'll tell you everything."
"Then tell me who An Lan is, where the Primordial Imperial City is, and what the Heavenly Abyss is."
"Someone who can destroy the universe with a single palm strike, a powerful figure who exists only in other people's memories.
"When I have time, I'll write down An Lan's experiences. Then you'll know!
"Don't you like quotes? Here's another one: 'It was never my wish to illuminate the world with my Sharingan, yet you are all so mediocre that not one among you warrants so much as my downward glance.'"
"Hiss..."
Xiaren's pupils contracted sharply. "That's the one! That's the one! Just like the last one, it's talking about me.
"Yan, make yourself at home!