At the same time, many of the other families looked on with undisguised disdain.
In their hearts, each of them prided themselves on their noble blood. It would take more than a feat or two for some country bumpkins to blend in with their ranks.
Ye Zhanxiong and the others paid the glares no mind. They walked into the hall, took glasses of wine from a table, and found a place to sit.
They had indeed come to build connections with a few families, but they weren't about to start fawning over people who were giving them the cold shoulder.
Just as Ye Xuan and his group sat down, a cold gaze shot over from the main banquet hall up front.
"Hm?"
Ye Xuan and the others all sensed it and turned to look. In the main banquet hall, a man in a silk robe was staring at them coldly. Wang Yue sat respectfully behind him. It was none other than the Wang family's Patriarch, Wang Hai, accompanied by Wang Xuan and the others.
