"Heh!"
Jiang Xiaobai glanced at Xiao Qingxiu without answering him, then turned his gaze toward the White-Haired Elder in the seat of honor.
At that moment, the elder happened to open his eyes.
The instant their gazes met, Jiang Xiaobai's breathing grew slightly heavy.
Indeed, he felt an invisible pressure settle over him, making even his chest feel tight.
"Xiaobai!"
Tang Ningshuang moved half a step closer and lowered her voice. "This elder has a deep, powerful aura. He's a martial arts master!"
"That burly man beside him is no pushover either!"
"I can see that!"
Jiang Xiaobai nodded lightly, somewhat surprised.
Had Xiao Qingxiu brought in people from the martial world to hold the fort?
Or did the elder and the burly man have significant backgrounds themselves?
While he pondered this, the White-Haired Elder was also studying him. After a moment, he slowly spoke. "You... are..."
"Stop. Don't speak yet!"
Jiang Xiaobai raised a hand, cutting off the elder's remaining words.
Huh?
The elder immediately frowned.
Xiao Qingxiu froze as well, clearly not expecting Jiang Xiaobai to show such disrespect the moment he walked in.
Ignoring their reactions, Jiang Xiaobai looked at the elder. "Let me ask you something first!"
"Who's above whom-you or the imperial family?"
"Well..."
The White-Haired Elder visibly faltered. After a brief pause, he said, "The imperial family, of course!"
"Then why are you still sitting?"
Jiang Xiaobai frowned and pointed at Xiao Qingxiu standing beside him. "The illustrious Young Prince of the Eighth Prince's Residence is standing next to you, yet a little old man like you dares to sit in the seat of honor!"
"What, are you trying to rebel, flaunting your superiority over the imperial family like this?"
"Nonsense!"
The elder's face twitched as he spoke.
"Jiang Xiaobai!"
Coming to his senses,