His heart couldn't help but jolt slightly. Unable to see through, and beyond his own level, that could only mean a Saint King Level. With this thought, his expression changed slightly, and he dropped his previous haughty attitude. Instead, he clasped his hands in a bow toward him, his tone filled with respect.
"Senior."
Upon hearing Logan's address, a flicker of satisfaction crossed Old Master Wright's eyes. He slowly made his way to Logan, eyed him from head to toe for a moment, and then slightly squinted, his eyes flashing with a hint of doubt and then surprise. He seemed not to have expected that this young man, who appeared to be so youthful, possessed such an unfathomably deep cultivation level.
