"He might already be dead."
Carson Flores blinked, looking into Nerisse Blaine's eyes, watching her reaction.
Nerisse Blaine froze for a moment, her expression shifting from solemn to suspicious. "What do you mean?"
Although Carson trusted Nerisse quite a bit, he was a wanted fugitive of the Myriad Immortals Palace, and she was the Saintess of the Separation Sea Sect, one of the Twelve Immortal Gates. There was simply no way he could reveal his true identity to her; how he phrased things now was very important.
"Back then, when he came to me to form a team, I already felt something was off. My impression of him matched your view—I felt he might harbor ill intent toward me. So I didn't tell him my true strength, I only told him I was a Great Land Fairy of the Triple Realm…"
A look of shock appeared on Nerisse's face. Even though Carson hadn't yet recounted the rest, she had already roughly guessed it.
