Mora's reaction was intense. At least, that sudden, instinctive response would have been hard to fake. "Who's the amateur here? Who's talking like an amateur? Filling in? Who performs the Spirit Communication Technique like that?"
Ronan answered calmly, "It's a last resort. Five hundred million square kilometers of surface area worldwide, trillions upon trillions of bits of information flowing every second—I simply can't keep track of it all... Besides, your extraordinary domains do have an effect. They definitely obscure a great deal of information. A lot of the time, I can only guess."
"So we're supposed to thank you for flattering us?" Mora plastered on an exaggeratedly stiff smile. "I get it. Do as you please, Ronan God. Play however you like!"
For the first time since everyone had gathered, Long Qi felt that Mora was getting restless. And it wasn't just her. Beside her, the Mountain Lord had started rubbing his arms again, his expression dark. He looked distracted, as though his mind were wandering somewhere far away.
At first, Long Qi hadn't understood what Mora was so hung up on. But as their conversation unfolded, and he watched the two transcendental species react, he began to get an inkling:
Compared with the already mind-blowing prospect of continuous tracking and round-the-clock surveillance, this so-called "filling in" might be even harder to accept.
Because whether it was continuous tracking or global surveillance, it was merely a "recording" of a particular target, in a particular area, at a particular time. Once the opportunity passed, it was gone. Either you had the footage or you didn't.
As Ronan himself had said, there were five hundred million square kilometers of vast territory, plus natural ravines, caves, underground spaces, bodies of water... and endless artificial buildings and enormous composite structures. Every additional layer added