Now that he had settled on a direction, Ronan no longer concerned himself with how Bai Xinyan would proceed.
The wavering spiritual radiance of faith within the Toothed Crocodile Labyrinth proved that Li Wei's methods in Inner Earth truly came one after another. Whether intentionally or not, they could wrap around layer by layer, binding one's legs and tripping one up. It was irritating, yet enviable.
As the saying went, "Rather than covet fish by the abyss, better retreat and weave a net." Having such thoughts was certainly good, but compared with the patches of Dark Web Li Wei had laid out here and the fat fish he had raised one after another, Ronan's arrangements had come too late and were far too simple and crude. At times like this, doing something might not help, but doing nothing was equally unacceptable. In the end, he still had to make a move and see how things developed afterward.
Just as Bai Xinyan had said earlier, this was a matter of attitude.
It was not only him watching to see others' attitudes in response; others were also watching his attitude—whether he was resolute enough, serious enough. Was there room for bargaining?
What Ronan needed to do was erase all unreasonable expectations people might have.
Next, Ronan reviewed the results of several rounds of shelling by Blood Intent Ring Fortress around Xia City and updated the relevant Strike Map. As for the subsequent feedback on the aberrant environment, he temporarily ignored it. He returned home before dawn, tidied up a little, and announced his Seclusion Plan to the family over breakfast.
It would not be long. He would come out next Monday.
Uncle, Aunt, Mo Peng, and Mo Ya did not take it too seriously, because Ronan's "seclusion" simply meant that his meals