He lowered his head, his face flushed crimson, almost wishing he could burrow into a hole to avoid such an awkward predicament. He regretted inwardly, why did he have to provoke this seemingly inconspicuous young man?
Master Wright's expression also showed a moment of surprise, he did not expect that Logan, who looked so young, would already be a master in the Saint Realm. He looked deeply at Logan, a flash of surprise and awe crossed his eyes, then, as if thinking of something, he secretly glared at his third son, filled with blame and dissatisfaction. Quickly, he withdrew his gaze, not daring to let Logan notice his own lapse.
"Rise up." As Old Master Wright spoke, everyone got up. Old Master Wright glanced at Third Young Master Wright, a faint sign of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing and just sighed softly.