The traces of the previous Flame Demon Beehive were no longer visible in his field of vision. Ronan wasn't sure where this place was. He asked Alazan, but Alazan also shook his head.
"If you don't want to follow me, you can leave on your own... no one is stopping you."
Molli'er turned her head, sneered at him, and spoke. Ronan frowned slightly but said nothing.
The two walked in silence for a while, and suddenly Ronan heard Molli'er speaking as if to herself.
"This is my favorite place."
"It is indeed very beautiful."
Ronan timely gave a compliment, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere between them.
But Molli'er didn't respond, still ignoring him, just leading the way, occasionally stopping to quietly admire the fiery red dandelions scattered all over the mountains, then taking off her boots and hooking them with her cane, she waded barefoot into the shallow lava river.
Watching Molli'er's childlike behavior, Ronan's mood gradually calmed down.
