The communication interface itself rapidly "expanded." By the end, Ronan had not only laid out dozens of versions, but manifested his own figure as well. Looking like the big boss presiding over a project, he frowned at the complex Configurations of those dozens of versions, silently pondering.
At this moment, Snake Tongue was like a lowly local operative attending a video conference—outwardly respectful, inwardly calculating.
But more than anything, she was puzzled. "Isn't this too fast?"
Though the principles and basic structures of these Configurations did not seem overly complicated, Snake Tongue, who had followed the entire process, still felt that many details had been skipped over, without rigorous connections between what came before and after.
The only reason they had moved through them so quickly was because Ronan had directly written the relevant answers and details on the blackboard.
Snake Tongue was not the only one with doubts. The others had them too, more or less.
It was just that someone else was more casual about it.
Cat's Eye's thoughts flowed across the communication interface and manifested into a concrete form, officially expanding the "interface" into a more lifelike "Communication Space."
She was dressed for a field march, looking considerably brighter than Snake Tongue remembered. But her face was full of suspicion.
"Isn't this too fast? Are you sure you didn't copy it from somewhere?"
"I did copy it." Ronan did not try to hide it at all. "Search it up, find the source, then pull out a ready-made template and copy it. More efficient."
"Huh?"
"Didn't you all say I had clues to the resources of a 'New Plane,' even some advanced civilization? This is it."
Ronan casually revealed information that was half true, half false, and entirely capable of getting people killed. Everyone in the Communication Space