Third Young Master Wright shivered with fright at his father's roar, lowering his head, not daring to look into his father's eyes again. Yet in his heart, he still felt unjust—why should he bow down to an outsider? Why should he endure this suffocation?
"Dad..." Third Young Master Wright muttered softly, but his voice was drowned out by his father's roar into the thin air.
Master Wright took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. He turned his head, looking at Logan again, his eyes returning to their previous sincerity and anticipation.
"Little Friend Roshe, please don't mind what my son said. He is young and frivolous, ignorant of manners. Our Wright Family has always been a reasonable place, and we would never rob someone else's property. I only hope that you would consider my request. We truly need that Dragon Blood to reforge this sword. As long as you are willing to help, our Wright Family will forever remember your great kindness."
