However, his silent attitude made the two young women clearly look down on him, as if even speaking to him would lower their own status. The girl in yellow simply said, “What, where is Logan Foster? Why hasn’t he come out? Now your Yunlai Sword Sect only has Logan Foster left. Let him come out and talk to us.”

Yvonne Brooks glanced at Ethan Brooks, a trace of sigh in her heart, but still stepped forward and said in a deep voice, “My master is unwell and cannot receive guests. What brings the three of you here today?”

The girl named Ashley Reed waved her hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly, and said, “You? Do you have the right to make decisions? Hurry and call Logan Foster out.”

“Although I can’t decide on major sect matters, if it’s something minor—”

“Major sect matters?” Ashley Reed glanced around the quiet, lifeless Yunlai Sword Sect, her tone tinged with cold pity: “Your sect is already so down and out, almost not even worth mentioning. What major matters could you possibly have?”

This woman was so rude that even with Yvonne Brooks’s good upbringing, her expression quickly turned cold, and she replied sharply, “Please, Miss, show some respect in your words. Whether Yunlai Sword Sect rises or falls is none of your concern. If the three of you have no business here, then please leave.”

With these words, she was already issuing an order to leave.

“You…”

A flash of anger crossed Ashley Reed’s fair face. As the personal disciple of the Xuanling Sect’s Swordmaster Qingxuan, wherever she went, others always watched their words around her, fearing to offend the Xuanling Sect and bring disaster upon themselves. When had anyone ever dared to defy her like this? It was as if she was being completely disregarded!

“How dare you be so insolent in front of me!”

With a sharp shout, her sword was instantly drawn!

“Ashley Reed!”

The white-clad girl beside her immediately fixed her gaze on Ashley Reed the moment she drew her sword, her tone somewhat stern as she reproached, “Losing control of your emotions like this—have you forgotten what Master taught you?”

“Senior sister…”

“That’s enough.” The white-clad woman waved her hand to cut off Ashley Reed, her gaze sweeping lightly over Yvonne Brooks. Perhaps because she had long held a position of authority, her words naturally carried a commanding tone: “Yvonne Brooks? Go tell your teacher Logan Foster, if he doesn’t want to be known as a man who breaks his word, he’d better come out quickly.”

Yvonne Brooks gave a cold snort and was about to speak, when suddenly Logan Foster’s voice came from within the courtyard: “I wonder what business brings you all here?”

Seeing Logan Foster come out, Ashley Reed actually spoke in a scolding tone as if addressing a servant: “Hmph, Logan Foster, look at your disciple—so arrogant and disrespectful. What kind of example is that?”

“Heh, I know my disciples well enough. At least their conduct is far better than some others.”

Once again, Ashley Reed was subtly mocked by Logan Foster, and a trace of anger appeared on her fair face. She was about to retort, but was silenced by a glare from the white-clad woman.

“Master, why have you come out?”

Logan Foster waved his hand, stopping Yvonne Brooks who wanted to help him, indicating that he was fine. But when he saw the attire of the two women, his expression suddenly changed: “You—you’re from the Xuanling Sect!?”

“Xuanling Sect!”

In Yvonne Brooks’s mind, the image of the Swordmaster Qingxuan who had gravely injured Logan Foster immediately surfaced. Wasn’t he one of the eight great swordmasters of the Xuanling Sect?

“So you do have some perception.” Ashley Reed looked Logan Foster up and down, noticing his completely ruined physical state, and curled her lip disdainfully: “You’re Logan Foster? So this is all you amount to. With such little strength, you dared to boast in our Xuanling Sect? You deserved to be beaten half to death.”

After being insulted repeatedly, Yvonne Brooks, who had long been holding back her anger, could no longer restrain herself. Her pretty face turned icy cold: “Enough! Do not be disrespectful to my master!”

“Hm?”

The white-clad girl beside Ashley Reed glanced at Yvonne Brooks, the aura of an eighth-level expert hidden but not released. A faint, formless sword pressure enveloped her.

Yvonne Brooks immediately felt the weak internal energy in her body suddenly stagnate, as if forcibly blocked by an invisible force, making her breathing somewhat disordered.

But before Yvonne Brooks could gather her strength to counterattack, Logan Foster, worried she wouldn’t be able to withstand the sword pressure, had already stepped between them. The calm and balanced sword aura he had cultivated as an eighth-level swordsman instantly neutralized the white-clad girl’s unreleased pressure, and further prevented her from retaliating: “Enough. No matter what, the three of you are guests at Yunlai Sword Sect. Please come inside and rest. Yvonne, go prepare tea for our guests.”

Sensing her aura had been neutralized, the white-clad girl did not act again. Logan Foster was seriously injured—anyone could see that—so she wouldn’t stoop to argue with a wounded man.

“Number Two, have you finished the calculations!?”

Among the group, Ethan Brooks, who seemed to have been overlooked, was sweating profusely.

“Calculation complete. Three targets: Target one, Ashley Reed, danger level: four. Target two, danger level: six. Target three, danger level: seven!”

“Level seven!”

Ethan Brooks’s pupils contracted sharply.

Danger level seven!