"Hmm? Vermin, do you know this old man?" Murong Tianhuang said coldly.
"The renowned head of the Murong Family, who wouldn't recognize?" Murong Baiyun said with a grim face.
If the mask on his face were removed, it would be evident that his expression was twisted, tightly contorted.
"Since that's the case, things are simpler! I ask you, did you come from the sacred ground of my Murong Family?" Murong Tianhuang asked coldly.
With eyes like a predatory tiger, he stared intently at Zhang Xiaohao and his group, trying to see through their physical movements.
"Sacred ground or not, we don't know what you're talking about," Murong Baiyun said.
"Hmph! Denying it, are you? I'll ask again, why do you have the aura of the Heavenly Tear on you?" Murong Tianhuang asked coldly.
"Heavenly Tear? We don't understand!" Murong Baiyun continued.
