"Alexander!"
Watching the dignified Golden Dragon Lord acting as a matchmaker for his daughter, and looking at the young man opposite, who was blushing and stammering when speaking, Noah ultimately couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted.
"Great-Uncle!"
Faced with the gaze of the Holy Dragon, the Golden Dragon Lord, who had been somewhat smug, almost arrogant, immediately showed a respectful demeanor, bending slightly.
"What do you think of him?"
"Great-Uncle, he... at such a young age, he can be considered talented."
Hearing Noah's question, Alexander looked up, his tone paused slightly, his gaze swept over Sorlon, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled upward.
Because his assessment of this new generation awakener was the same as Noah's; undoubtedly, he was the weakest awakener the family had on record, weak beyond imagination, and posed no threat whatsoever.
"Do you also think he's talented? Then how about making him your opponent in the future?"
