Chapter 2708: I’m Fine with Anything—Let Them Come at Me!
"Yes, after hearing that cursed fellow’s story, my true self was so scared I almost fled with a bucket. I’m sticking around to gather information, watch the show, or simply die."
Carson Flores casually asked, "What is Sect Master Parrish’s attitude?"
Eolan Lorcan’s expression instantly grew awkward and hesitant, as if finding it hard to address this question.
Seeing his expression, Carson Flores had already guessed the answer, and laughed, "The Sect Master plans to hand me over to the Barbarian Tribe, to calm the Southern Wilderness King’s anger?"
Eolan Lorcan explained, "The Sect Master knows you possess the Doppelganger Divine Ability, but he will pretend not to know right now, feigning to hand you over. He has secretly told me to remind your true self to leave quietly, leaving an incarnation behind to account for it. If pressed further, he would just claim ignorance."
Eolan Lorcan looked apologetic, "I know even if you are just an incarnation, you can’t harm the true self, but doing so is still lacking responsibility..."
Carson Flores chuckled, waved a hand to stop Eolan from continuing, and said with a carefree smile, "I have no connection or kin with your sect; everything I’ve done is solely for Samir Coffey to qualify for learning the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique. As long as you ensure this, I don’t care about anything else."
Eolan Lorcan resolutely replied, "Your contribution here is immense. No matter how the Barbarian Tribe seeks justice for the Southern Wilderness King’s grandson, the outcome of the bloodshed match is already decided; nothing can change that. Thus, Coffey can learn the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique after this matter."
Carson Flores nodded, "That’s fine, just let the Sect Master know that anything goes, I don’t mind."
Eolan Lorcan looked intently at Carson Flores, suddenly clasped his hands solemnly and bowed, "Fellow Flores, your integrity is commendable. The Illusory Snake Sect owes you a favor for this matter. If ever there’s a chance, I will surely repay it!"
Carson Flores laughed, "No need for formalities, Fellow Lorcan. At first glance, you seemed cold and arrogant, and my initial impression of you was quite negative. But over time, Fellow Lorcan, you have shown responsibility, capability, composure, and calmness; you are indeed a very competent Saint Heir. In hindsight, I was the one being narrow-minded."
Eolan Lorcan hadn’t expected Carson’s response, and felt a sense of inexplicable joy, as if gaining Carson’s recognition was truly something to be proud of.
Was it because he was a Myriad Immortals Palace Battle Hall disciple?
Eolan Lorcan pondered, then dismissed that thought.
The happiness from Carson Flores’ acknowledgment stemmed from the belief that Carson is an extraordinary person.
Being recognized for one’s ability and character by someone exceptional and outstanding—isn’t that a natural instinctive reaction of joy?
"Thank you!"
Eolan Lorcan sincerely expressed his gratitude, glancing at Samir Coffey, "To be honest, I am the one who proposed this matter, so if someone must take responsibility, it should be me. But surely the Sect Master won’t agree..."
Carson Flores replied with a smile, "There’s no need to explain further; I understand and am fine with it all, even if the Southern Wilderness King wants to hunt me down. It’s just a minor issue for me. I only ask for Samir Coffey not to be implicated!"
Eolan Lorcan unhesitatingly stated, "He won’t be implicated. Even if someone must be accountable, it should be me; this matter has nothing to do with him originally."
Carson Flores nodded approvingly, "That’s fine then."
Eolan Lorcan glanced at the calm-faced Samir Coffey, feeling a bit complicated.
What level of friendship does it take to go to such lengths for the other party?
Samir Coffey noticed Eolan’s subtle glance and chuckled secretly, assuming Eolan must have been imagining much more than reality, whereas the truth would never be what he expected.
Did Carson care for him? Carson cares about his own safety!
"I’ll go check outside. Samir Coffey, come with me. Avoid staying with Fellow Flores. Fellow Flores, please prepare."
"Okay!"
After the two left, Carson Flores sat comfortably on the chair, waiting quietly.
Before long, Carson suddenly opened his eyes, displaying a cold smile.
Several immensely powerful Divine Senses swept over him, simultaneously causing subtle changes in the space around the camp, as if it were slowly freezing.
Looks like they have reached an agreement.
The Illusory Snake Sect had sold him out.
Carson bore no resentment; after all, he had been forewarned to flee, leaving behind only an incarnation, fulfilling their duty. After all, that was the Southern Wilderness King’s own grandson!
Quasi-Saint!
Who could afford to provoke such a person?
The Southern Wilderness King, an undeniable force throughout the Southern Wilderness!
Although the Demon Race clashes with the Barbarian Tribe, that’s under the condition that the Southern Wilderness King is uninvolved. If he takes action, who could withstand it?
Now that the Southern Wilderness King’s grandson is dead and an explanation is sought, who dares refuse?
Carson Flores awaited their arrival with ease, letting his mind wander aimlessly.
Could merely the Southern Wilderness King’s name terrify a victorious and rightful Demon Race into providing an explanation? Could it be that the vast Demon Race truly lacks a single Quasi-Saint?