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On the balcony, the cool autumn night breeze blew past. Ronan's eyes thawed instead, and he smiled like the Martial Emperor. "You look down on me that much... No, you really think highly of me!" Indeed, being able to stand against the Myriad Heavens Divine Kingdoms and the Six Heavens God Calamity without being reduced to dust by a single look from the other side was quite an achievement. Ronan was rather confident in that regard now, but it did not seem like a good thing—especially to an outsider like the Martial Emperor, who was always ready to Run Away with the Bucket.
"Since Your Majesty had already considered this, telling my Grandfather about the 'Fulcrum' back then must have been an act of necessity. After all, you couldn't find someone crazy, healthy, and capable of successfully replacing the 'Old Fulcrum'..."
"I never intended to replace it. However, Lord Ronan, you always do things so unexpectedly."
"All right, so at the time you didn't want me to act rashly and consume Grandfather's already-fragile vitality. You just didn't expect me to go straight for the root... Is that what you mean?"
Ronan patiently confirmed it again.
"You really did go for the root. You even dragged the Blood Prison King down and killed him." "I told you, he came looking for death himself." Ronan tapped the balcony railing, seemingly irritated by the Martial Emperor's explanation, then struck back with a Sudden Thrust. "So the Blood Prison King also occupies a very important position on the 'Tattered Divine Cloak.' Hmm, is it like adhesive? Or is it a weaving node belonging to the cloak, like the Ancient God Knot and New God Knot you told me about?"
The Martial Emperor smiled faintly. "I told you, secrets are insurance."
"But they're also