"Is this perhaps..."
Ronan's eyes flickered thoughtfully, "the effect of the legendary Face Magic?"
Shaking his head, Ronan turned around, motioning for the rest of the Astronomical Society to follow.
No matter what, at least the path ahead was clear, saving the trouble of taking action, which was a good thing.
Yet Aiwen and the others looked at Ronan with a slightly strange gaze.
It was a complex look of shock mixed with a touch of reverence and fear; Ronan had always maintained an elegant and humble image in front of them.
Although outstanding in talent, he was gentle and courteous, approachable without any pretense.
But the almost overbearing dominance he just displayed shattered their perception of him, making them feel awkward in his presence.
Ronan couldn't be bothered to explain anything.
After encountering the Ghost Light Association wizards, the rest of the journey was surprisingly smooth.
