Ronan's words cut through space like invisible blades, piercing Cooper's heart fiercely.
Cooper's expression froze, his mouth slightly agape as if unable to retort.
Ronan looked down at him, extending his right hand, where a starry arm bracelet floated up in his palm.
"All you want is the legacy. Does it matter if I am truly Ronan Damien?"
Cooper's expression fluctuated, and after a moment, he spoke unwillingly: "I clearly saw you ingest..."
"Is this it?"
Ronan flicked his finger, revealing a clump of frozen ice flower, at the center of which a drop of exquisite purple liquid could be faintly seen.
It was the Purple Mist Flower Juice Cooper had secretly placed in the thick soup earlier, now intact and restored by Ronan.
At this moment, Cooper instead became thoroughly calm.
He said nothing further, but the edges of his body began to blur, with some black smoke rising, making him appear to melt and evaporate.
