After ending his conversation with Mora, Ronan remained leaning against the rusted railing, watching the night scenery along both banks of the Great River.
The rain had come suddenly and faded gradually. The skies around the Great River had cleared, though the humid heat of a summer night still hung in the air.
Ronan's thoughts were no clearer.
All those calls and exchanges had taken everything he had. They had been no less exhausting than a battle between transcendental species. And the information he had received and sent over the past two days still churned inside him, clashing and shifting as he tried to form a clearer picture of where things stood and where they might be headed.
During his conversation with Mora, Ronan had made a judgment of his own: he had supplied a "reasonable background" for Sky He's strange position—or at least for He Bozheng's.
That did nothing to improve his opinion of He Bozheng or make him see Sky He in a new light. The only thing it changed was his understanding of the current situation. Even "changed" was the wrong word. It was more like confirmation of his reasoning.
The White Channel had influenced him somewhat. Bai Xinyan's view, passed along through Zhang Yingying, had been a useful reminder.
Before Ronan had burst onto the scene—and even afterward—those opposed to Li Wei had badly needed a way to unite and pool their resources, rather than remain a scattered mess.
Luo Yuan and Mora's Gene Route—mainly Luo Yuan's—had served that purpose. At the very least, it looked much more appealing than the Fantasy Route with Luo Five Kills planted squarely in its path.
The Three Kingdoms Kill situation seemed to be growing clearer.
But the same question remained: was Luo Yuan's Gene Route really an alternate front