An enemy of the Murong Family?
Lin Ke said nothing, because he honestly had no idea which family this Murong Family was.
Surely they couldn't be one of the Hundred Schools of Thought?
As for lineages?
Sorry, there were far too many in the Capital City. He knew only a few ministers' families, plus a handful of vice ministers' at most.
Great Confucians in the Capital City were like millionaires on Wall Street or division-level officials in the national capital.
Weren't they everywhere?
Who had time to remember them all?
So Lin Ke said nothing and instead looked somewhat helplessly at Elder Huang beside him.
But Elder Huang, whom he had always considered quite composed, had changed completely.
Like a raging lion, Elder Huang's Daoist robes billowed without any wind. He rose straight into the air, then descended from where they stood to the first floor.
"An enemy of the Murong Family?!" Elder Huang snorted coldly. "Sister, get Little Murong out here. Has he been master of the Void River Temple so long that he fears neither heaven nor earth anymore?!"
Elder Huang's tone was harsh, and his choice of words revealed a great deal.
Even the illustrious Daoist Void River was merely a junior before Elder Huang.
At the same time, his remark about fearing neither heaven nor earth hinted that Murong Mu had offended someone important.
Especially given Elder Huang's demeanor, he was clearly defending someone.
After all, the two families had always been on excellent terms.
The head of the Murong Family, Daoist Void River, could be considered Elder Huang's close friend.
Elder Huang had even been on the verge of accepting Murong Mu as an inner disciple.
With a relationship like that, Elder Huang would never act this way unless the person involved stood several ranks