Lin Ke was stunned all over again.
If my son was in the right?
What the hell did that mean? What if he wasn't in the right?
And wasn't that a far cry from the original meaning of "a noble gentleman uses his words, not his fists"?
Besides...
News of the Great Wilderness Council was indeed gradually spreading.
Under the rules of the Great Wei Sacred Dynasty, establishing a department or institution like this required preparations in advance.
Once everything was ready, its existence would be proclaimed to the world on the day it opened its headquarters and raised its banner.
Only then would most people learn of the institution.
As for the small minority who already knew-the people in the Imperial Court-they had all been bound by Threefold Silence.
Even if they knew, it was usually difficult to leak information from court assemblies.
Still, there were plenty of ways around it.
There were always clever people who knew how to pass information along.
Elder Huang really did have it rough, though.
His series of actions just now had actually been enough to show that he had a deep friendship with the Murong Family.
Both slapping Murong Mu unconscious and berating his mother had made Elder Huang's efforts to protect them apparent.
After all, Lin Ke was the kind of official who put on no airs.
But what if they had encountered an official who put on airs and was petty-minded?
With a buffoon like that jumping about before his eyes, such an official would have crushed him with a finger long ago.
Elder Huang was not close to Lin Ke. One could even say that Lin Ke's level was entirely beyond his reach.
He had no idea what sort of temperament Lin Ke possessed. What if he was the