"Hm?"
Jiang Xiaobai turned his head at those words.
Near the back stood a young man, his brows tightly knitted as he stared at Jiang Xiaobai with defiance written all over his face.
Jiang Xiaobai smiled, but before he could speak, Zhou Chaomian's voice rang out from the other side. "This gentleman is the Northern Suppression..."
Zhou Chaomian paused, then shook his head. "No, he's now the Heir Apparent of the Duke of the State's Estate!"
"The Duke of the State's Estate?"
The young man's expression shifted only slightly.
Then he snorted coldly. "I don't care whether he's from the Duke of the State's Estate or the Marquis's Residence!"
"Today is the Hidden Edge Banquet. Most of those invited are Wulin People!"
"In that case, even the seating should be arranged according to strength!"
"And just how strong is he?"
As he spoke, he looked Jiang Xiaobai up and down.
Tang Ningshuang's expression turned icy. Her hand had just settled on her sword hilt, and she was about to rise when Jiang Xiaobai raised a hand and held her down.
"Now, now!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled, then looked at the young man. "Mine is simple: the strength of thirty thousand troops in the Capital!"
"Plus the strength of the 800,000-Strong Army on the Northern Frontier!"
"Other than that, I'm just an ordinary man!"
At Jiang Xiaobai's words, the young man's expression froze. His mouth fell open, and his face gradually flushed crimson.
He stammered for ages without managing a single word. In the end, he could only sit back down with a dark expression.
Tang Ningshuang looked rather bemused at the sight.
Granted, Jiang Xiaobai's words did carry a hint of throwing his weight around.
But she had to admit that it was effective. One remark had left the man speechless.