After Lin Ke spoke, Murong Li immediately put on a somewhat helpless smile.
"Oh, right, right."
He waved a hand to stop the bleeding from Murong Mu's arm, then bowed to Lin Ke with his hands clasped.
"Young Master Lin Ke, I have spent so long cultivating and seeking enlightenment in the mountains that I had no idea my family had acquired such scum. Today, I am not merely apologizing to you, but also venting a measure of the anger in this old Daoist's heart."
Was this really a matter of venting anger?
Even Lin Ke felt rather helpless.
That scene just now had gone far beyond domestic violence, hadn't it?
Lin Ke felt he was never that cruel even when dealing with enemies. At most, he would kill them with a single stroke and be done with it.
There was no need to sever a Nascent Soul's legs or leave someone to bleed to death.
Still, after Murong Li's performance, much of the displeasure in Lin Ke's heart had genuinely dissipated.
He was almost starting to feel guilty.
An old woman had been slapped until her teeth fell out, an uncle and nephew had been crippled, and a family head had destroyed his own cultivation and even divorced the wife who had been with him for years...
This was tearing a family apart, bringing ruin and death upon their household!
He was starting to feel sorry for them.
Still, he also knew they had brought it upon themselves.
What if they had encountered the old Lin Xuanji?
You offended me? According to the laws of propriety, I'll simply wipe out your entire family!
How unjust would that have been for Murong Li and all those other members of the Murong Family?
So Murong Li was not merely putting on