The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

The Ethereal Pagoda hovered above Carson Flores’ head, shrouded in golden light, shielding Carson and Rethor Simmons from the onslaught of spiritual energy tides.

The scene looked stable, as the spiritual energy tides, like rain mist, repeatedly crashed against the golden light, which was radiant and steadfast, akin to an unfaltering mountain. However, Carson, who was mentally connected to the Ethereal Pagoda, could feel the spiritual power stored within the Pagoda rapidly depleting.

The entire world was shrouded in gray; Carson and his companion floated above the sea, unable to extend their perception or penetrate the mist-like spiritual energy tides, as though their senses were obscured, surrounded by darkness.

There’s simply no way to find anyone!

Earlier, when daylight broke, Carson had moved like lightning across this sea region searching thoroughly, but he found no trace of Lorvian Randall.

Has Lorvian Randall already left this sea region?

Or perhaps, is he currently searching for the Clam Pearl beneath the sea?

The next second, Carson’s voice thundered like a startling thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, violently echoed and spread far and wide.

”Lorvian Randall, your letter, come to retrieve it swiftly!”

Carson naturally couldn’t reveal his identity; shouting like this, even if heard, wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

As the Sea God Church Holy Son, it’s quite normal for someone coming in to bring him something, isn’t it?

Carson had no other choice; how could he expect this place to be such a bizarre sight for 22 hours a day?

In such circumstances, searching is impossible.

Carson moved forward in a direction, walking a while before shouting, as if calling out souls.

Amidst the rain mist, Carson’s figure drifted farther away, yet with a splash, a shuttle-shaped aircraft emerged from beneath the sea. The flying boat was brimming with golden light, which repelled the dense rain mist and sea water around.

The flying boat’s shape resembled a submarine, and its canopy suddenly opened, revealing Lorvian Randall’s figure.

He let out a long breath, smiled, casually tossed a fist-sized Clam Pearl emitting a faint white light, then contentedly placed it into a box and stored it away.

Another one, today’s luck is good!

As Lorvian Randall was observing the direction, preparing to switch locations, the sky once again resonated with that thunderous voice.

”Lorvian Randall, your letter, come to retrieve it swiftly!”

A look of surprise appeared on Lorvian Randall’s face—his letter?

Who found their way here to deliver a letter?

More importantly, why does this voice sound somewhat familiar?

Carson?

Impossible!

This is the Sea God Sect’s place of exile, how could Carson show up here?

Could I be hallucinating?

The thunderous voice echoed again from the sky, judging by the distance, the person was moving away.

It’s really Carson!

Lorvian Randall maneuvered his small flying boat, lifted off the sea, and rapidly chased in the distance, like a fighter jet traversing the rain mist.

Soon, Lorvian Randall saw that cluster of golden light in the rain mist, and he charged towards it without hesitation.

Carson’s eyes lit up as Lorvian Randall suddenly emerged from the rain mist.

Ha, found him!

It seems my decision was right. Otherwise, with mere visual search, it’s likely that they’d miss each other.

Lorvian Randall cast a peculiar glance at Carson, then swept his gaze to Rethor Simmons beside him: ”Who might this be?”

”Rethor Simmons, an exile, he helped me gather information and locate you!”

Rethor Simmons greeted: ”Greetings, Saint Heir!”

Lorvian Randall nodded: ”Stay aside for a while, I need to talk with him.”

Understanding, Rethor Simmons summoned a magical treasure, set up a barrier, and swiftly departed.

Lorvian Randall gazed at Carson, his eyes curious: ”What brings you here?”

Carson chuckled: ”You asked me to bring back Miss Sinclair, and then you disappeared, only sending me a letter. If you don’t seek me out, I’ll have to come find you.”

Lorvian Randall apologized, saying, ”It’s not that I didn’t want to find you; as you saw, I’ve been stranded here and can’t leave... How is she now?”

Carson summoned the Ethereal Pagoda and released Niall Sinclair.

Lorvian Randall was surprised, You actually carry Niall Sinclair with you?

”Miss Sinclair, long time no see!”

Niall Sinclair cupped her hands towards Lorvian Randall: ”Greetings, Fellow Randall, thank you for sending Carson to rescue me from peril, had it not been for him, I would’ve already met misfortune.”

Lorvian Randall smiled: ”As long as you’re alright. You came to find me because of the Ancient Profound Water Technique, right?”

Niall Sinclair nodded frankly: ”Yes, I have strength, but I don’t dare practice cultivation or fight, fearing detection. I heard you have a way to conceal the fluctuations, so I’m here to see what method it is, and of course, I will repay this favor.”

Lorvian Randall shook his head: ”Forget about favors because I know where the method is, but I don’t know how exactly to proceed.”

Niall Sinclair was slightly stunned, then smiled: ”That still counts as a favor.”

Lorvian Randall didn’t argue further with Niall Sinclair, directly providing the answer: ”The Aarav Family of the Sea God Sect has a large piece of the Hidden God White Jade Stem, you just need to ingest a piece of it, and there’s no need to worry about the unique fluctuations of the Primordial Profound Water Technique...”