Ronan immediately asked, "So you parasitized him. But it looks like he's broken free now. Can you still sense his location?"
After another delay of several seconds, The Other Side replied, "I haven't been monitoring him anymore."
"I see. Another question: was this Tide Surge along the Circum-Indian Ocean Coastline related to you?"
"...Where?"
Ronan blinked, then suddenly smiled. "Forget it. What I actually wanted to ask was why no Tide Surge has formed near Xia City recently."
This time, The Other Side's response was quite fluent. "I told them not to disturb my friend."
"Friend?" Ronan was genuinely a little surprised. "You mean me?"
"You gave me very important support."
Hearing this, Weismann instinctively glanced at Ronan's face.
Ronan merely smiled. "I'm flattered. So, have you made any progress lately?"
"I'm working on it... I'm in very good condition."
"Mm, that's good." Ronan's voice was gentle and calm. "Then let's stay in touch from now on. This Flesh Core—I mean, your parasite—will be kept for you by your friend, me. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course." As the conversation neared its end, that person's replies grew increasingly smooth. "I look forward to our next meeting."
Ronan smiled at the still-wriggling pile of flesh. "There will be one."
The call ended there.
The next second, Ronan turned to Weismann. "You must have surveillance over Poseidon's Sea God and Thunder Faith in major coastal cities across the oceans, right? Has anything unusual happened recently?"
"It really was Poseidon?" Weismann's expression grew grave. Clearly, from the conversation between the two sides, as well as the level and peculiar texture of the power descending directly from the Abyss Zone, he had already made some guesses. "Was this its doing?"
Ronan copied the smile he had just given the writhing flesh. "You heard