"Wow, your skill experience from ditching the old for the new must be skyrocketing, huh? You managed to catch even a layover, then hooked up with two Extraordinary Species in the blink of an eye?"
"Ahem, that's overstating it." Ronan glanced at the two companions some distance away and decisively got to the point. "I just wanted you to let the Martial Emperor know..."
"You don't need to worry about the Boss. She came to provide support in the first place. As for whether you, the main commander, charge in recklessly or throw the whole fight, she can't be bothered to care. I'm only warning you as a friend: don't end up getting sunk into the sea, okay?"
Before Ronan could respond, Zhang Yingying had another realization. "Wait, does that not even matter? Tsk, I suddenly realized that no matter what happens strategically, tactically you're just being a hooligan! Us peripheral personnel are more at risk than you are!"
Ronan smiled. "Not necessarily. If I get smashed to pieces in person, this face of mine will lose value among my fellow practitioners in the Inner World."
"Oh? Since when did Lord Luo start caring about that?"
"I just learned it. Those who don't care are always the ones who get bullied by those who do. Whether they genuinely care or only pretend to, if other people know I care about this, then before they do something uncouth, they'll have to consider whether they ought to show some manners too."
Speaking on impulse, Ronan unleashed a string of tongue-twisters that thoroughly confused Zhang Yingying. He did not continue chatting, ending the call and letting out a long breath as he looked through the business jet's window at the endless sea of clouds below.
At that moment, he was flying at Mach