Theon did not even bother to respond, his face full of disdain. In his eyes, whatever Andrew was doing here did not matter at all. At this moment, he represented Sovereign's Apothecary, and a small fry like Andrew was not worth his time.

While real power players were negotiating, someone as insignificant as Andrew could not possibly make a difference.

The young man from before, Augustin Jarvis, stood up with a frown. "You must be Andrew Lloyd from the royal Lloyd family, right?"

Andrew smiled politely. "I wouldn't dare claim such formality, but yes, I‘m Andrew Lloyd."

Augustin's tone turned sharp. "You come here and immediately start criticizing how the Iron Sword Sect conducts its affairs. Anyone listening would think you look down on us completely. Anyway, please leave. We're not accepting visitors right now."

However, Andrew did not move. Instead, he strode right into the middle of the hall. "I'm afraid leaving isn't an option. Mr. Kaplan, your men should've already inform