"Fine, the opportunity's gone. All of you, scram."
The young man waved his hand casually, and a portal appeared on the wall of the grand hall.
"Scram!"
More than twenty men in the hall dared not say another word, and they quickly filed out.
Considering how the young man unleashed his Light Sword to kill without hesitation and easily defeated the True Immortal-level Evangeline Waters, it was clear he wasn't a softhearted person.
Frankly, it was logical. To an Immortal of his strength, people like them were akin to mortals in their eyes — insignificant existences that could be crushed at will. Why would he care about their lives or opinions?
Soon, the grand hall was left with only the young man, Carson Flores, and the unconscious Spencer Steele. Carson cupped his hands and bowed deeply. "Senior, do you have any further instructions?"
