Ronan's farewell came abruptly, yet it fit his usual persona perfectly.
In the eyes of the world, Ronan had never been the sociable type.
But everyone had been working away in the "Perception Chain Network" for so long. They had finally managed to wait for him, and now he was just going to pat his butt and leave?
Wasn't that a bit much?
For the moment, no one in the waterside pavilion dared say Ronan was being unreasonable to his face. But until he made his stance clear, no one wanted to let him go either.
Leaning on his "persona," Black Lion chuckled, heh heh, and even tried to reach out and tug at him. "Brother Ronan, why rush off so soon..."
Ronan's gaze swept across his dark face, and Black Lion's hand ultimately did not grab hold.
Ronan's smile did not fade. "Really, I should have synchronized some information with everyone long ago, exchanged some insights, and discussed the direction of future exploration in the Mist Labyrinth in advance. But, as I just said... well, as I mentioned to Death Witch Lady and the others, there's too much to discuss, yet people can never all gather together. Going back and forth in waves like this is inefficient and prone to mistakes.
"So I still need to prepare carefully on my end. My preliminary plan is to see whether we can use the Headquarters' platform to hold another meeting. Speaking of which, the promise I made at the last meeting has seen some progress, and that needs to be synchronized as well. We'll discuss it all together once I'm ready."
Thus, everyone understood that Ronan wanted to convene another Extraordinary Species Peak Conference—though the last one had only been a little over three months ago.
The idea... was not unreasonable.