Chapter 1407: Chapter 767: Blood Jade_2 Chapter 1407: Chapter 767: Blood Jade_2 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 soone 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 rember your great kindness.”
To his surprise, instead of the outsider, Third Young Master Wright himself got yelled at, leaving him extrely aggrieved. His eyes widened in disbelief as if he had suffered a great injustice. He opened his mouth, wanting to argue a few more words, but realized that his father was not giving him a chance to speak.
“Dad, how can you treat like this? I am your son!” Third Young Master Wright said with a hint of bitterness and annoyance, his voice slightly trembling. He couldn’t understand. He was rely speaking the truth—how could that make his father so angry?
Unfortunately, no matter how much he shouted, Master Wright ignored him. His face was dreadfully somber, his eyes revealing an unquestionable firmness. He stared intensely at Third Young Master Wright, as if warning him through his gaze not to act rashly.
“If you continue to be unreasonable here, then get out!” Master Wright’s voice was deep and forceful, carrying an imperative authority. His words exploded like thunder by Third Young Master Wright’s ear, instantly sobering him up.
Frightened by his father’s words, Third Young Master Wright looked at his father’s stern eyes and then at the unusual gazes of the others around him, finally realizing his misconduct. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger and unwillingness in his heart, and lowered his head silently.
With this threat, Third Young Master Wright finally cald down a bit. He took a deep breath, trying hard to stabilize his own emotions. He knew that continuing to make a scene would only embarrass himself further.
Seeing that Third Young Master Wright had finally quieted down, Master Wright slowly turned his head and looked at Logan. His eyes were filled with apologies and sincerity as if he was apologizing to Logan for what had just happened.
“I am truly sorry, Little Friend Roshe. But in the end, it is my own failure in teaching my son. Sigh, I am sowhat ashad,” Master Wright sighed, his tone full of helplessness and self-reproach. He knew his third son’s temper and also knew that his words must have made Logan uncomfortable.
Logan glanced at Third Young Master Wright, who clearly wasn’t convinced, and quickly withdrew his gaze. His expression was indifferent, as if he wasn’t affected by Third Young Master Wright’s words. He shook his head slightly, indicating that Master Wright need not bother.
“It’s alright, there’s no need for to argue with a young lad.” Logan said faintly, his voice calm and resolute, revealing a detached nonchalance, “Master Wright, you are worrying too much. I know what I should do. I won’t change my decision because of soone else’s words, nor will my mood be affected by soone else’s attitude.”
Hearing Logan’s words, Master Wright couldn’t help but inwardly admire him. He could see that Logan was a person with his own opinions and courage, not easily swayed by external factors. Such qualities were exactly what they needed. He believed that as long as Logan had enough ti and space, he would definitely make the right choice.
Master Wright smiled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, yet his smile did not reach the depth of his eyes, still containing a hint of depth and scheming. He adjusted his sitting posture, appearing more affable, but his sharp eyes were always fixed on Logan, more probing and conjecturing than just politeness.
“Little Friend Roshe, now that you have seen this sword, I wonder if you have any insights?” Thunder’s voice was gentle and polite, but every word seed ticulously sculpted, harboring a purpose unknown to others.
Upon hearing this, Logan glanced at the sword several more tis lightly, with a barely noticeable gleam flashing in his eyes. He gently stroked his chin, seemingly pondering sothing, and after a mont, he slowly spoke, offering a decent and positive comnt.
“Um, at least you haven’t deceived . This sword, as you said, is indeed extraordinary, and that is true.” Logan’s words carried a hint of affirmation, bringing inadvertent joy to Thunder’s heart.
Upon hearing this, Thunder unconsciously sighed in relief, which even surprised him. He didn’t understand why, in front of this young man, just hearing a bit of face-saving praise sowhat eased his tension, as if he had received so sort of recognition.
After snapping back to reality, Thunder found it hard to maintain his composure, feeling slightly embarrassed in front of this junior. He coughed lightly, trying to hide his lapse, but the barely noticeable embarrassnt in his eyes betrayed him.
After a mont of silence, Thunder spoke again, his voice carrying a barely noticeable urgency: “Little Friend Roshe, now that you have confird the authenticity of the sword, may I ask… what are your thoughts on the Dragon Blood?”
His words carried a hint of probing; clearly, he was eager to hear from Logan about the news on Dragon Blood.
Hearing this, Logan’s eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of amusent flickered in his eyes. He seed to see through Thunder’s thoughts, but he didn’t directly expose him. Instead, he smiled lightly and said, “Master Wright, I have indeed heard of the Dragon Blood. However, this is no ordinary matter, and its value is imasurable. If I am to make a move, I naturally need to consider carefully.”
Thunder imdiately felt tense upon hearing this. He understood that Logan was negotiating terms with him, and he must present sufficient sincerity and bargaining chips to persuade Logan to hand over the Dragon Blood to the Wright Family.
He took a deep breath, striving to remain calm, then slowly spoke, “Little Friend Roshe, rest assured, if you are willing to provide the Dragon Blood to our Wright Family, we will definitely offer you ample compensation. Whether it is gold and silver treasures or cultivation resources, just speak up, and our Wright Family will do our best to satisfy them.”
Hearing this, Logan curled his lips into an amused smile. He did not imdiately respond, but silently watched Thunder, seemingly pondering sothing. Thunder, on the other hand, anxiously awaited his reply, filled with both anticipation and unease.
At that mont, a loud voice suddenly echoed from outside, sounding like a great bell, causing the entire Wright Family hall to tremble slightly.
“Ha ha ha, I didn’t expect to have guests visiting. Wright Family, it’s been quite a while since we last saw new visitors. Why didn’t you let this old man know?”
Following the voice, a figure slowly stepped into the hall—a white-haired, vigorous old man dressed in a simple gray robe and moving steadily, his eyes exuding an imposing aura without anger.
Almost as soon as the figure appeared, everyone, including Thunder, seed to be suppressed by an invisible force. Everyone except Logan kneeled on the ground, bowing to the man, their voices uniform and full of reverence.
“Greetings to the Old Ancestor.”
Logan stood in his place, his eyes fixed on this suddenly appearing old man, silently muttering to himself. Old Ancestor? Could this possibly be the ancestral founder of the Wright Family? He appraised the old man and discovered that he actually couldn’t see through the old man’s cultivation level,
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