The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

”Of course it’s not pretentiousness.”

Niall Sinclair’s voice was gentle: ”Your unease, your guilt, are all because you are truly a good person.”

Carson Flores opened his eyes wide, waving his hand anxiously: ”Don’t give me the good person card, I’m not a good person. I’ve destroyed quite a few sects.”

Niall Sinclair was amused by Carson’s reaction: ”They wanted to harm you, so you destroyed them without feeling guilty. But these people didn’t harm you, so you feel uneasy, right?”

Carson Flores touched his nose, his thoughts accurately hit by Niall Sinclair.

Niall Sinclair blinked: ”But you didn’t kill them, we were forced into the group, struggling to protect ourselves.”

Carson was stunned for a moment, the lingering pressure in his heart suddenly dissipated.

Yes, regardless of whether they were innocent, he wasn’t the one who killed them, why should he feel guilty?

As Niall Sinclair said, while he often hinted to Spencer Steele, Spencer mainly targeted the top echelon of the sect and didn’t massacre the entire sect. In that sense, Carson actually did a good thing.

Spencer Steele is a Quasi-Saint, if she wants to kill someone, Carson can’t stop her. He can’t risk his own life for strangers.

No guilt indeed!

Carson suddenly relaxed, a smile appearing on his face: ”You’re right, it has nothing to do with me. I’ll just watch the show; if things go wrong, we’ll escape.”

Carson had to admit, he really couldn’t let go as easily as he thought. He was somewhat pretentious after all.

Niall Sinclair smiled sweetly: ”Yeah, we’ll just watch the show.”

Flying Boats one after another, suddenly turning the desolate Black Moon Plain lively.

Carson asked puzzled: ”Why not choose to have the meeting within a certain power, but instead choose this deserted Black Moon Plain?”

Niall Sinclair laughed softly: ”Every gathering always has disputes, and the end of disputes is resolved by force, strength determines the victor. These people are Great Land Prime Immortals, with a wave of their hands, they can destroy heaven and earth. If they fight within any power, the power might not withstand.”

”Though this city is temporarily built, all buildings are Building Talismans, just placed down. As for other things, they might be grand projects for ordinary people but for Immortals, it can be done with a wave of their hands.”

As the two were chatting, a giant Flying Boat like a fortress in the sky appeared. On the boat, the enormous Cloud Center Temple emblem shone with Golden Light, visible from hundreds of miles away.

”The Myriad Immortals Palace has arrived!”

The temporarily built city had long been guarded by soldiers, only forces affiliated with the Myriad Immortals Palace could enter, and each force had a limit on the number of people. As a result, a large number of Cultivators were blocked outside the city. To watch the bustle, many floated in mid-air or cast Water Mirror Technique from afar for remote viewing.

Carson Flores and his group were all disguised, mixed among scattered Cultivators, completely inconspicuous.

The giant ship landed outside the city, and forces like Malignant Dragon City, Wind-Thunder City, and various Immortal Monarch forces had already left the city, coming to the giant fortress boat to welcome Battle Hall Master Kaethor Jandric.

A broad path descended from the giant ship, two rows of men and women queued down from the ship. These people wore standard battle robes of the Myriad Immortals Palace, but on the chest was an emblem with two crossed swords, indicating their identity as Battle Hall Disciples of the Myriad Immortals Palace.

These men and women had stern expressions, exuding a soaring fierce aura, clearly strong, all were Great Land Immortals.

After the two lines of men and women descended the giant ship, they split into two rows. Finally, Battle Hall Master Kaethor Jandric appeared.

Kaethor Jandric, a middle-aged man, with a sturdy physique, a square face, a cold expression, he walked down the gangway unhurriedly.

Behind Kaethor Jandric followed four people, two middle-aged men, two young men and women.

On the distant mountain peak, Carson watched the light curtain of the Water Mirror Technique and suddenly froze.

Spencer Steele!

The young woman with tightly pursed lips and a cold, stern face was none other than Carson Flores’s only disciple, Spencer Steele!

Back then, Carson and his group entered the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain from the God Immortal Domain, coinciding with the Immortal Conference. Spencer Steele secretly registered for the Immortal Palace Disciple selection behind Carson’s back and eventually succeeded as second.

Years had passed since the Immortal Conference, Carson never expected to see his disciple again here.

Beside Spencer Steele was a young man Carson also knew, Maedryn Cobb, the first place in the Immortal Conference Immortal Palace Disciple selection, the prodigy raised by a Nightmare Beast.

Carson’s eyes widened in surprise, they didn’t appear in the welcoming lines below of the Battle Hall team, instead, they were following closely behind Kaethor Jandric. Doesn’t this mean she’s doing quite well now?

Not only did she emerge from being an Immortal Palace Disciple, she joined the highly esteemed Battle Hall, and excelled, standing out, gaining favor from Hall Master Kaethor Jandric?

Just as Carson felt joy, he suddenly regained his senses.

Oh dear, following Kaethor Jandric means entering the Slaying Immortal Technique, isn’t that certain death?