It seemed the person opposite had glimpsed her thoughts. Madam Harold heard Ronan's voice by her ear. "Lately, I've figured out a little more about the origins of the 'Demon Rune.' I roughly understand the source and composition of its power. Part of it conflicts somewhat with your 'Spirit Roaming'—well, with the foundational nature of the 'Heart Burning Blade.' You'd better not get too involved with it."
"Is that so?"
The long, narrow scar along Madam Harold's cheek twitched slightly. She narrowed her eyes and looked again, only to see the Demon Rune's sharp eight legs rarely curl inward, clutching the Dark Seclusion "Crystal Ball" that had just faded from view as it spun within its embrace. That strange set of Dark Heavy Chains trailed from its tail, their ends nowhere to be seen, dragging across the Dark Seclusion "Crystal Ball" as well.
Claws and chains scraped back and forth with considerable force, as though they could crush the "Crystal Ball" at any moment. Yet it remained intact in the end. Only when the pressure grew too great did hazy shadows seem to appear within the "Crystal Ball," like light and mist, shifting endlessly.
Madam Harold had no idea what such a sight represented.
Just like this large-scale "wager" in Xi City. She understood a little of it, but the specifics remained unclear.
But she was not the sort to torment or constrain herself. She asked directly, "What are you planning to do, Mister Luo?"
As she expected, Ronan was accustomed to and enjoyed clearing up people's doubts. He answered at once:
"Pile sand."
"Oh?"
"Like in Di City... oh, you weren't there then. I don't know whether the order gave you a clear report. Just like how I piled sand in Di City and produced 'Dumb Sand,' along with