"Just the three of you going?"
In the back garden of the Celestial Palace, Carson Flores was cooking delicacies, awaited by the women and disciples of Carson.
Shirley Miller stood beside Carson, her eyes tender yet worried: "Will it be very dangerous, do you really have to go?"
While flipping the food in the pot, Carson replied: "Each of us has people and things we care about. I don't want anything to happen to the White Crane Immortal Sect, my master, my senior brother, and sister. You surely don't want anything to happen to the Thousand Flowers Palace, and Yueyue doesn't want anything to happen to the Divine Wood Palace. Now that we have this opportunity, we naturally have to try our best. Otherwise, when we hear about the various tragedies in the Thunder Immortal Realm years later, I'm afraid we will all feel guilty and regretful, right?"
Shirley looked into Carson's eyes and silently lowered her gaze.
She knew Carson too well.
