"Mr. Flores..."
Ethan Roth was meeting Carson Flores for the first time, his heart was tumultuous, and he was also somewhat nervous.
At eighty-two years of age, his status as an Innate Grandmaster had earned him respect and admiration wherever he went, and he had never imagined that one day he would feel so constrained and anxious in front of a twenty-seven-year-old young man.
Carson Flores smiled, "Don't worry, you helped me, and that makes us one of our own, so relax."
Ethan Roth, fearful that Carson Flores would inquire about his hesitation to act just now, finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief on hearing Carson Flores' words.
Perhaps it was that punch from Carson Flores that had shocked him.
The mighty are revered.
Ethan Roth naturally developed a sense of awe towards Carson Flores.
Being twenty-seven was not a disadvantage for Carson Flores but rather an advantage.
An Innate Grandmaster at twenty-seven, what level would he grow to in the future?
