A voice suddenly rang out quickly.
"Then, I beg you to do me one last favor."
In that moment, the awkwardness and inexperience on Ronan's face vanished, replaced by his previous calm and collected demeanor.
The transformation was so swift that the man couldn't help but be slightly stunned and instinctively asked.
"What kind of favor?"
Ronan bowed deeply to the man before him, then fixed his burning gaze upon him and said word by word, "Help me... complete one last hunt!"
"Hmm?!"
......
On the ancient icy plains, Ronan formed sealing gestures with his hands, chanting one after another difficult spell syllable.
As the final syllable was uttered, Ronan quietly raised his head, staring at a certain spot in the void above, and softly uttered, "In the name of Bosilina's contract!"
His eyes reflected two complex mysterious runes, which projected towards the sky.
In an instant, the ancient and enduring tranquility within the Secret Realm was shattered by a ripple.
"Crack—"
