As he answered the questions, Ronan was having a meal with the clone "Little Fear," the full-time driver "Lao Pu," and the veteran Celestial assassin "Backpack."
He bore all those identities himself, so replenishing his nutrients was the most urgent task at hand.
As the survivor of an attempted murder case and the center of a public opinion storm, although his injuries were not severe and his identity clearance was not particularly high, the hospital still gave him a private room.
They certainly did not skimp on meals, and High-Energy Nutrient Solution was being continuously administered through a drip.
It was probably some of the "supplements" Wei Su Yi had promised him, sent in ahead of time through this channel.
Yet this Rebirth Body had never felt full.
So when Ronan said that, he was thoroughly justified.
What else was he supposed to say? How else could he explain it?
A veteran Celestial assassin from the Shadow Domain had used the talent he was best at to dissolve and replace a clone that had been born only two weeks ago and cultivated for one week—only to be devoured and digested by that clone.
It sounded absurd no matter how one put it.
But it was already an Established Fact. Could he refuse to acknowledge it?
No matter what Nemesis or Wei Su Yi behind it thought, that was Ronan's answer.
His background could be investigated, seen through at a glance. Nearly all of his life experiences had unfolded right under Wei Su Yi's eyes, spotless and aboveboard.
If there was a problem, it was not his problem.
Taking the opportunity, Ronan openly asked about a few matters.
"By the way, at the time, I vaguely saw a huge fireball sunk in the Abyss. It seemed to be the legendary star.