Lu Family.
After the banquet dispersed, Lu Chonglou sat alone in the seat of honor, gazing into the distance.
In the night, the splendor of the Lu Family estate lay reflected in his slightly weathered eyes, gleaming with a light that could muddle the mind and intoxicate the soul.
Wealth and glory dazzled the eye.
Yet no matter how many years one looked upon such opulence, one could never have one's fill.
Just then, the voice of a Lu Family elder spoke:
"Hasn't the Lu Family lowered its stance a little too much?"
This Lu Family elder wore a magnificent golden robe. Had Mo Hua been here, he would have recognized him as the Golden-Robed Elder of the Lu Family whom he had encountered at Fortune Pavilion.
And this Golden-Robed Elder apparently held considerable status within the Lu Family.
Without taking his eyes from the resplendent pavilions in the distance, Lu Chonglou shook his head.
"It's no matter. Young Master Mo's background is unclear, but his reputation is not small. Rather than put on airs and risk offending him or displeasing him, our Lu Family would do better to lower our stance and be more humble..."
Lu Chonglou sighed again. "Those who achieve greatness while young deserve respect."
The Golden-Robed Elder asked, "Have you decided whom to marry to him?"
"Not yet." Lu Chonglou said. "I still do not know Young Master Mo's preferences. Does he like..."
"Zhenlong's marriage..." the Golden-Robed Elder cut in. "Surely you are not... considering that?"
Lu Chonglou sighed. "The difference in status is too great. Our Lu Family is too wealthy, and Zhenlong is my legitimate daughter. As for Young Master Mo... some say he comes from a rogue cultivator background."
"Even if he is not a rogue cultivator, but instead some great cultivator's illegitimate