Ronan and Raven stood at opposite ends of Tree Hole Space, reciting aloud together. The place was not large to begin with, and the distance between them was short, so they inevitably affected each other.
At first, they were largely in sync, almost seeming to echo one another from afar. There were some discrepancies, but they were merely minor details that could be examined further.
But gradually, increasingly obvious differences began to emerge in the content and rhythm of their recitations.
Ronan suddenly fell silent, listening carefully to Raven's voice. Then he quietly stepped closer, his gaze fixed on the mist-paper cloud-silk before her and the neatly arranged character structures upon it.
There was no doubt that it was Ceremonial Ancient Script. Moreover, the character structures were complete and flawless—nothing like the abbreviated strokes and marks used for shorthand and memorization before.
Ronan instinctively moved a few steps closer and stared at the text condensed from mist.
Raven noticed his arrival, but her recitation did not stop.
Ronan matched each character and sound one by one. Countless Configurations stirred and integrated in his mind, and with the Inner Universe Simulator interface as reference, he finally realized after several strings of syllables:
Raven's recitation had already been adjusted.
It seemed... it seemed more compact and orderly than the original text.
Originally, the Martial Emperor's casually spoken words had been proper Ceremonial Ancient Script text, though somewhat colloquial. As a beginner, Ronan had sought to be cautious, wishing he could imitate every nuance of the Martial Emperor's tone perfectly.
But Raven was different. In the text she had adjusted, the colloquial elements had been greatly reduced, making it more like written language. Well, it probably carried the same flavor as the survey texts from the Weaving Bureau.
Raven had always been cool