If the old man's smile and current state could have lasted, Ronan might have taken a more conservative approach. He might have devoted more thought to figuring out how to create similar conditions.
But reality was not so accommodating.
Luo Yuandao's stamina and energy simply could not sustain that state. After standing alone on the lawn for less than a minute, his body began to sway.
Octopus and Nurse Hong both rushed over to support him. This directly disrupted the old man's Self Logic. He began struggling, and his emotions once again turned volatile and irritable.
Under Ronan's "watch," the old man's fragile body-and-soul structure, after a few dozen seconds of slight "peace and harmony," once again descended into terrible chaos...
He grew even weaker.
The lawn also fell into disorder as Octopus and Nurse Hong tried to put the old man into his wheelchair.
The old man was still struggling.
During this time, his eyes opened. After drifting several times, his muddy, vacant gaze locked stubbornly onto the heavy clouds overhead.
The hand that occasionally lifted also stretched upward with all its strength.
At this moment, no matter how constrained Ronan's thoughts were, he could understand: the old man's Self Logic had formed a connection with the clouds in the sky and endowed them with some peculiar value.
Perhaps this was the moment when grandfather and grandson understood each other best in more than a decade?
The problem was, that did not necessarily lead to a good outcome.
A muffled rumble of thunder clearly sounded in the sky, but during that time, Ronan's consciousness ran away—so to speak.
He completed a major shift between Xia City and the central Pacific Ocean. As his focus moved, the watery false body on the cruise ship, which had briefly become diffuse, solidified