The storm halted, the sword glow vanished.
Master of Path and Cyrveth McCarty gazed at Carson Flores with eyes filled with a hint of surprise.
With their capabilities, they naturally could assess Carson Flores' strength at a glance; merely at the initial stage of Great Land, such power could be vanquished in an instant.
They did not mind pausing to see what Carson Flores intended to do.
Snow Zane was already on the verge of death, utterly powerless to retaliate, so they were not concerned about any unforeseen incidents.
Snow Zane's body slumped in a deep pit, covered in blood, looking at the suddenly appearing Carson Flores with a complex gaze.
Carson Flores himself did not know when Saint of Thieves would act, so he could only try his best to stall for time.
"Greetings, seniors."
Master of Path scrutinized Carson Flores: "You're the disciple of Floating Cloud, aren't you?"
