"Jiang Xiaobai?"
At Liu Guanlan's introduction, several gazes on the Fourth Floor turned toward him at once.
The old man who had spoken earlier looked Jiang Xiaobai up and down, then suddenly sneered. "Oh, so you're... the young heir apparent of the Northern Guardian Marquis's Estate."
"Heh, the Northern Guardian Marquis's Estate... if the Dragon-Tiger Sect weren't backing your Jiang Family, I doubt you would ever have risen to your current standing!"
Hm?
Hearing that, Jiang Xiaobai raised his brows slightly.
Indeed, that tone hardly sounded welcoming.
As he pondered this, the old man leaned back in his chair, resting a hand on a long saber in a black sheath, faint mockery on his face. "And I hear... you've been making quite a name for yourself lately, young heir apparent."
"There are even rumors... that you're a ninth-rank master who has entered the Grandmaster Realm, and that you broke the Mystic Scale Armor in the Heavenly Mechanism Tower with a single finger?"
At those words, the others on the Fourth Floor also turned to look at Jiang Xiaobai.
Clearly... they had heard about it too.
"Oh, I just gave it a poke for fun!"
Jiang Xiaobai remained composed as he answered.
While he spoke, Zhang Xinnian watched the old man with a slight frown.
Having spent years in the army, he naturally smelled something amiss.
Tang Ningshuang's hand had already settled on her sword hilt.
Everyone here on the Fourth Floor had a formidable aura.
Especially the old man speaking now-he was certainly no ordinary man of the Martial World.
At Jiang Xiaobai's reply, the old man's gaze sharpened slightly before he gave another two cold chuckles.
There was no internal force circulating through Jiang Xiaobai's body, and his steps lacked the steady foundation of a martial artist.
He did