Third Person's POV
The cousins silently exchanged a glance before looking back toward Master Drogo.
Both of them waited for the old artifact refiner to explode once more and publicly humiliate Ethan.
After all, in their eyes, the so-called mysterious aura Ethan had carried around himself was nothing more than an illusion that was about to shatter.
Even Shixea couldn't help feeling the first genuine seed of doubt appear within her heart.
For the first time since awakening Ethan from the ancient ice coffin, she wondered whether she had misunderstood him from the very beginning.
Had she truly overestimated him?
Had she mistaken simple arrogance for confidence?
Had she elevated an ordinary young man to impossible heights within her own mind?
Master Drogo slowly turned around.
His aged face flushed red with anger, while his wrinkled hands trembled violently.
The fury he had suppressed moments ago erupted once again.
"You insolent brat!"
