Carson Flores couldn't help but glance at Garlan Parrish, secretly sighing in his heart. These old guys are all so crafty!
Garlan Parrish's words were impeccable yet ambiguous, interpretable in any way, cleanly shirking responsibility.
Carson could count as my disciple of the Illusory Snake Sect, but then again, he hasn't officially joined, just in an observation period. So, if you really want to cause him trouble, go ahead. I can't afford to offend the Barbarian King; at worst, I won't have this disciple anymore.
As long as you can ignore his identity as a Battle Hall disciple of the Myriad Immortals Palace, then go ahead, no need to ask for my opinion.
I have no objection!
Everyone's gaze once again focused on the old servant's face, watching how he would react.
The white-haired elder looked at the token Carson had thrown, his gaze showed slight hesitation.
Myriad Immortals Palace!
In the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Domain, who dares provoke the Myriad Immortals Palace?
