The Martial Emperor sent over a taunt. "Yet you're not exactly tight-lipped. I see you'd be quite happy to take other people to play in the 'Fog Maze.'
"And as far as I know, this stopped being much of a secret even before you were born. I'm referring specifically to Li Wei, Tu Ge, and now the 'Reclamation Corps' as well."
"So besides hiding it as thoroughly as possible, you also need to hide it skillfully."
Ronan thought deeply about it, because he had been weighing this over and over these past days.
The Class Seven Wave that had already been broadcast could not be recalled. On Earth Spacetime's side, there had to be a "high-value target" to match it, so as not to arouse suspicion...
Ronan continued gazing at the starry sky overhead and said softly, "I need to make some attempts, see if I can push this spacetime's secret back to before Liang Lu ever discovered it..."
"Mm-hm?"
"I mean, I need to stage a massive illusion—one that can fool the 'gods,' or at least delay the time before They discover it."
"What about the people who already know? Silence them permanently?"
"Mm..."
Ronan suddenly sensed something was off. Turning his head, he saw the Martial Emperor pointing back at her own nose, staring at him with utter seriousness.
"Don't act cute on purpose!" Ronan's teeth ached. "By then, shouldn't Your Majesty have Run Away with the Bucket already? You promised me you wouldn't compete with me for authority over this spacetime!"
"Did I?"
Ronan reined in his emotions and said expressionlessly, "You did. Monday, November 18 last year. I have the call records and a recording."
"Fine, you win."
"...Actually, I don't have the energy to think about this side for now. My main headache is the