The Guling Jiang Clan?
The moment those four words were spoken, the lively atmosphere in the room came to a sudden halt.
Everyone turned to look at Wang Heng, seemingly confused.
'Where is Guling? Why have we never heard of it?'
And how could a small town support such a large clan?
'Damn it, I completely misjudged him!'
Wang Heng's heart sank, and the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably.
'This is terrible!'
How could he have predicted that Jiang Yi—who looked so handsome and spirited, and spoke so eloquently—was actually a common weed and not the fine scion of a clan?
'What a waste of such a refined appearance.'
"HAHAHAHA!"
Ever the smooth and sociable type, Wang Heng suddenly burst out laughing to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"So it's the 'Lujiang Jiang Clan'! My apologies, my apologies! Everyone, don't mind him. Junior Brother Jiang likes to joke. He must have said Guling on purpose to tease us all."
Sitting to the side, Li Ruohan frowned.