"Who are you, and what is your purpose here?"
Carson Flores casually displayed his Token: "Carson Flores, Disciple of the Battle Hall from the Myriad Immortals Palace, here on official duty in the Southern Wilderness. I sensed the presence of an old friend, so I came to visit. Please inform your superiors."
The disciples guarding the mountain gate were initially somewhat arrogant, but upon seeing the Token, their attitude shifted to one of enthusiasm and respect.
"Mr. Flores, please wait a moment, I'll report this right away."
One disciple dashed off to get the message across, while the remaining disciples cautiously accompanied him. Carson naturally asked, "What is the name of your Sect?"
Since Carson said he was passing through and felt the aura of an old friend, he didn't know the Sect's name, so the gatekeeping disciples had no suspicion.
The Immortal Realm is vast, with countless Sects. Who could know them all?
