The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Inside the Ethereal Pagoda, the light from the Water Mirror before Carson Flores faded, leaving darkness all around.

With a mocking tone, Carson Flores said, ”The incarnation is gone, that old man is dead set on taking me back to report.”

Niall Sinclair asked softly, ”What do we do now?”

”Wait.”

Carson Flores said indifferently, ”We’re hiding in the Ethereal Pagoda, no one can possibly find us, even if the Barbarian King personally gets involved, it won’t matter. No worries.”

Niall Sinclair chuckled, ”Were your final words a threat to that old man?”

Carson Flores laughed, ”Consider it a statement. If the Barbarian King and his family don’t hold this against us, then the matter ends here. But if they do pursue it, this won’t be the end, there will be more consequences. Just because we are currently powerless doesn’t mean it’ll always be that way. We can’t just be bullied without fighting back.”

Niall Sinclair couldn’t help but laugh: ”He probably doesn’t know about your reputation as the exterminator of clans...”

Carson Flores laughed heartily, ”They have the Barbarian King and Quasi-Saints, how would they even take notice of small immortals like us? My concern is that the Barbarian Tribe might communicate this incident to the Myriad Immortals Palace, which could expose my identity.”

”Even if exposed, we’re still not afraid. After all, they can’t find us.”

Niall Sinclair said and then suddenly stopped, his expression turning thoughtful: ”Samir Coffey?”

Carson Flores nodded: ”We are friends of Samir Coffey, everyone knows this. If our identity is exposed, he’ll likely be in danger. It’s the only flaw right now.”

”Let’s wait and see. Maybe it’s not as bad as I imagined. Ultimately, he concealed the news to participate in the Blood Battle, he should bear the responsibility for his choice, including death.”

Niall Sinclair pursed his lips: ”Hmm, let’s see!”

...

The old man with white hair angrily left the plain.

Although such a disruption had occurred, the Blood Battle outcome remained unchanged, with the Demon Race emerging victorious in this battle.

The death of the Barbarian King’s grandson in the Blood Battle left both sides a bit restless. The process was swiftly concluded, and then each faction went its own way.

Garlan Parrish led all the disciples back to the Sect on the Six-Winged Demon Snake, then commended all the disciples who made significant contributions, and publicly announced that the disciple Samir Coffey had earned the qualification to cultivate the Sand Dragon God Technique due to his achievements.

After the announcement, Garlan Parrish asked Eolan Lorcan to stay behind alone.

”Eolan, before the Blood Battle, what were you up to?”

Eolan Lorcan found it somewhat strange, why was the Sect Master asking this?

”To the Sect Master, I was traveling everywhere, gaining knowledge and insight, striving to break through early to become a Great Land Prime Immortal.”

Garlan Parrish stroked his beard and nodded calmly: ”That’s right, that’s indeed your most important task. But I have something I need you to handle personally.”

Eolan Lorcan unhesitatingly bowed his hands: ”Sect Master, please instruct me!”

Garlan Parrish calmly said: ”I need you to deliver a letter to an old friend of mine. Once delivered, listen to what he says, and if there’s no urgent response needed, continue your travels, do your own thing, and aim for a breakthrough!”

Eolan Lorcan nodded: ”Understood!”

Garlan Parrish waved his hand: ”This matter is urgent, sending someone else would mean their status isn’t sufficient, so only you can go. You might not have much time to rest...”

Eolan Lorcan quickly responded: ”No problem, I’m not tired, ready to depart at any moment.”

Garlan Parrish nodded with pride: ”Good. Get some rest first, I’ll call you once everything is ready.”

Eolan Lorcan agreed, and as he was leaving, he paused at the doorway.

”Sect Master...”

Garlan Parrish asked calmly: ”What’s the matter?”

Eolan Lorcan asked quietly: ”The Barbarian King’s grandson is dead, will this implicate our Illusory Snake Sect?”

Garlan Parrish laughed: ”The duel was fair and just; even if he were the Barbarian King’s grandson, he must abide by the rules set between the Barbarian Tribe and the Demon Race. His life is a life, other lives aren’t lives?”

”All of your actions were for the victory of the Demon Race. That’s absolutely right. His death is simply bad luck, even if the Barbarian King finds out, there’s nothing he can say. Don’t worry about it.”

Eolan Lorcan hesitated for a moment: ”If the Barbarian King is angry and demands a resolution, I could stand up, after all, that thing was made by me, and Carson Flores was just an executor...”

”I’m not dead yet, how could it be your turn!”

Garlan Parrish said coldly: ”You did nothing wrong; why should you pay for someone else’s life? Why should our Illusory Snake Sect bow to others? If they really have ideas, let them come at me!”

Eolan Lorcan felt moved in his heart, bowed and saluted: ”Thank you, Sect Master.”

Garlan Parrish stared at Eolan Lorcan, the coldness in his eyes melting: ”Learn well and break through soon, you’re carrying the future of our Illusory Snake Sect, the responsibility is not light...”