"Father, this is Young Master Logan, who is also the winner of the Dragon Blood auction," Oliver Wright stood in the center of the main hall, introducing with a respectful tone. His gaze shifted back and forth between Logan and his father, feeling both nervous and anticipatory.
"Oh?" Old Master Wright, upon hearing this, slightly raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He scrutinized Logan up and down. This young gentleman did not appear to someone who could afford to bid such a vast sum for Dragon Blood.
Only upon hearing this last statement did Old Master Wright finally show some interest. He sat up straight, interlaced his hands on the table, and said gravely, "So you are the one who won the Dragon Blood auction. I had not expected Little Friend Logan, at such a young age, to be so financially capable. Oliver, what brings Little Friend here to our Wright Family?"
