"Yes."
Carson Flores smiled openly, "So, generally speaking, I will have some conflicts with the Divine Cloudy Sect, and I can't involve you, big brother."
Trevor Knight stared at Carson Flores in disbelief, "Little brother, which sect's disciple are you?"
Carson Flores shook his head, "I really didn't lie to you, I truly have no sect or affiliation, just one master, and I don't even know where he has gone."
Trevor Knight blinked, "Then what's your strength level?"
"Great Grandmaster."
Trevor Knight collapsed onto the chair with a loud crack, his gaze fixated on Carson Flores, "You're a Great Grandmaster?"
Carson Flores nodded, "Yeah, otherwise I would've run off long ago."
Trevor Knight's jaw dropped, "How old are you? You're not just young-looking but actually in your seventies or eighties, right?"
Carson Flores laughed, "I'm twenty-seven."
Trevor Knight gasped, "A twenty-seven-year-old Great Grandmaster, that's too heaven-defying!"
