Time-Space Bubble (Part 1)

The business vehicle made its rounds, Ronan boarded, the yacht left shore, and they headed for the middle of the lake... The entire sequence went without a hitch, packed tightly together without the slightest gap for pause.

Such a pace was rather rare for Ronan, at least in Snake Tongue's eyes.

Ever since they had spent so much time together, Ronan had usually left her with the impression of someone who spent long periods thinking and researching, or drifting in an ethereal, absent-minded state. Whenever he did communicate, though, his words were cold and grim, piercing straight into the deepest parts of human hearts.

This scene, on the other hand, made it seem as though someone behind him was driving him forward with a whip—or as though he were rushing toward a fierce battlefield ahead.

Snake Tongue had intended to report the latest intelligence on Captain Jimmy and the others, but she simply could not find an opening to speak.

After boarding the yacht, Ronan went straight to the storage area and checked the preprocessed raw materials Snake Tongue had provided. Once he confirmed that there was enough, he said nothing. A layer of mist began to spread around him.

The temporarily partitioned storage area was not large to begin with. Snake Tongue and Yin Le were quickly enveloped by the mist, their figures turning hazy and indistinct.

What was this?

Yin Le turned her head in astonishment, wanting to exchange a few words with Snake Tongue. But the two ultimately lacked Tacit Understanding. Snake Tongue ignored her and merely watched the churning mist at her side, as well as its finer components.

Snake Tongue could not make out many details. Within this fog, her Soul Sense was severely restricted. The more she tried to probe deeper, the blurrier her