Dolores was an excellent ballroom dancer.
Her waist was slender, her figure captivating, her steps light, her gaze gentle, her presence...
Exceptionally enchanting.
Dancing with this beautiful lady was undoubtedly a pleasure for Ronan.
In fact, ever since arriving in the Blood Moon Realm, Ronan's exploration of this world had gone quite smoothly. There had been some twists, turns, and dangers, but overall, it had been much like a vacation.
Especially during his time in Ceres, his days had been exceedingly comfortable.
As the capital of the Kingdom of Invya, Ceres possessed an extremely formidable garrison, and public security was good throughout most areas.
Since arriving, Ronan had experienced two Blood Moon nights, and both had passed without incident.
Every day, he studied at the Royal Higher Police Academy, researched alchemy in his little villa in the Old Port District, and returned at night to live the life of a "family of three." His days were peaceful and warm.
At the same time, Ronan's strength had not stopped growing. His Psionic Power was now nearing the peak of Five Rings.
Breaking through—or rather, recovering to the level of Six Rings—was just around the corner.
The laws of this world were quite advanced. He estimated that its upper limit could reach Eight Rings, perhaps even Nine Rings.
By then, seizing the Origin of the World would be as easy as turning over his hand.
So Ronan was not anxious in the slightest.
On the long road of cultivation, one had to advance valiantly and diligently, but also know when to loosen the reins.
"Thank you."
When the music ended, Ronan released Dolores from his arms with perfect gentlemanly grace, then bowed to thank the beautiful lady.
"You're welcome."
Dolores's pretty face was flushed, and her sparkling eyes brimmed with laughter. "You