At the mention of the name "Ruthless," Ronan, who had been lounging lazily on the sofa, immediately snapped his eyes open and shot upright, startling the three elders beside him.
Ronan realized he'd overreacted, but without a second thought, his figure flashed up to the third floor, disappearing around the corner in an instant.
"What was..." Second Elder stared at the spot where Ronan had vanished, his face a mask of unconcealable surprise.
'He looked like he was fleeing for his life, in such a desperate hurry.'
Elder Lynch laughed heartily. "That display of Qinggong was incredible. We're really getting old!"
The Great Elder and the others all nodded in agreement. Such masterful Qinggong was a rare sight indeed.
"Did Hayden let anything slip?" In a room on the third floor, Ronan asked anxiously, running a hand through his hair.
Abigail Ashworth glanced at the man standing before him and cleared his throat. "Not yet, but who knows what might happen later."
