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Carson Flores gave a casual answer, temporarily satisfying the curiosity of the two, so they didn’t press further, allowing Carson to quietly sigh in relief.

Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington, both Master Refiners, surely knew more about the famous magical treasures of the Immortal Realm than ordinary cultivators. As top-tier experts, they likely knew about the Heaven and Earth Mystical Yellow Linglong Tower, which Carson was somewhat worried about.

Carson wasn’t sure what Delarosa’s previous owner had gone through, but he was certain the adversaries were formidable, likely a group of Quasi-Saints, and that the previous owner ultimately failed, while the victors are surely still alive.

If this were accidentally leaked and known to them, Carson would indeed be in danger.

Even though Snow Zane was by Carson’s side, it might not be enough to withstand this enmity.

The Mysterious Void Sect was adorned and bustling with countless guests, full of joy and cheer.

Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington revealed their identities and were immediately received with high regard, while Othric Whitmore rushed over at the first notice.

”Nixon, where did you go before? Why did you suddenly leave unannounced?”

Outside the Profound White Valley, Carson and others were kidnapped by Black Robed Men. Although not far away, the mist world created by the Green Ancient Bell prevented anyone from being alarmed.

The competition had already ended, and everyone assumed Jorren Jaramillo, Grayan Darlington, and others had left. Even Othric Whitmore didn’t realize Kaelithra Nixon and Carson Flores were in trouble.

As True Sage Grand Void’s disciple, who would dare make a move? Wasn’t it seeking death?

Kaelithra Nixon replied, ”We were trapped, and only managed to escape today.”

Othric Whitmore was momentarily stunned, then erupted in anger: ”Who dared to make a move on my junior sister in the territory of my Mysterious Void Sect? Isn’t this disregarding our sect completely?”

Kaelithra Nixon shook her head: ”Where is Uncle Whitmore? We have important matters to report.”

Othric Whitmore promptly led them to find Myrion Whitmore, who was quite surprised to see Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington.

Though he was the sect leader of the Mysterious Void Sect, widely renowned, Jorren and Grayan, as Master Refiners, were no less esteemed, and Myrion Whitmore had little acquaintance with them. Their collective arrival at Hanging Mountain to celebrate him was indeed peculiar.

Was it due to their participation in the Profound White Valley’s refining competition, so just by chance?

But hadn’t the refining competition concluded three months ago?

Kaelithra Nixon spoke: ”Uncle, didn’t you send people to the Red River Mountains to investigate the Black Robed Men? Were there any findings?”

Myrion Whitmore shook his head, saying: ”That area was demolished, only some scattered broken refining materials discovered, no Black Robed Men found. I suppose they ran away if survived, since they were exposed...”

Kaelithra Nixon continued: ”The leader of Black Robed Men is a Quasi-Saint. He attacked the seniors, Jorren and Grayan, and we were incidentally caught up in it together!”

Myrion Whitmore’s expression changed drastically, abruptly standing up: ”What is he intending?”

Quasi-Saint!

Though the Mysterious Void Sect is formidable, it lacks a Quasi-Saint. This Quasi-Saint creating chaos in the sect’s territory, even attacking two Master Refiners, indicates a major operation.

No matter their intentions, the Mysterious Void Sect is likely the first target!

Jorren Jaramillo spoke gravely: ”We suspect the Black Robed Men are from the Demon Race.”

Myrion Whitmore felt a shiver on his scalp, eyes wide with shock: ”Demon Race! How did they appear here?”

Jorren Jaramillo elaborated the group’s conjectures, leaving Myrion Whitmore with a serious face, a bit relieved upon hearing Halvion Ward appeared to pursue the Black Robed Men.

”It’s great with his intervention.”

After a pause, Myrion Whitmore asked: ”Is there anything my Mysterious Void Sect can do?”

Jorren Jaramillo shook his head, saying: ”Whitmore shouldn’t worry for now, just dispatch some church disciples to search nearby for suspicious Black Robed Men. Their main goal is to establish a teleportation array. The previous teleportation array was destroyed, they’ve acquired materials now, but the array core hasn’t been refined successfully, so they can’t complete the teleportation array swiftly.”

”We should wait for Fellow Ward’s return, then decide based on circumstances. If this proves true, we must report to the Domain Master and eradicate them fully, leaving no one alive. Otherwise, should they establish a teleportation array, consequences will be dire!”

”Agreed!”

Standing beside them, Othric Whitmore felt his skin crawl.

He just went with Nixon to see some refining, how did it escalate into such a perilous matter?

Listening to their discussions, he felt wholly out of place.

He observed Carson Flores standing nearby, finding it strange.

Despite his mostly silent stance, both Kaelithra Nixon and particularly Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington would instinctively pay attention to Carson when speaking, especially when Jorren mentioned during the escape, ”Carson exhibited methods, stalling the Black Robed Men until Halvion Ward arrived.” Thinking carefully reveals the statement’s significance.

Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington were injured, but Carson could stall a Quasi-Saint?

Was he so brave?