"Then, Second Young Master, on what grounds do you call him 'trash'? You just admitted you're not as good as him, so doesn't that mean you think you're even worse than trash?!"
The Elder said each word with relentless logic.
"Elder, I was wrong."
Esteban Walton took a deep breath, lowered his head, and glanced at the young man in purple standing opposite his father, Adan Walton, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He dared not harbor resentment towards the Walton Family Elder, so he could only vent all his dissatisfaction on Wyatt Barnes.
"Humph!"
The Elder snorted coldly, then finally turned his attention to the young man in purple in the distance, his gaze heavy with seriousness.
"Young man, your strength is truly admirable!"
Adan Walton, although he had halted Wyatt's offensive, did not feel any self-satisfaction. Instead, he sincerely looked at Wyatt, "May I ask your esteemed name, young man?"
"Wyatt Barnes."
