Malan Mountain isn't a single place, but rather a locale where individuals from the Dark Gate gather. Ordinary people are entirely unaware of its existence in Huaxia. At first glance, this area seems to be nothing more than a picturesque small village, with an ecological environment that maintains its natural primality.
Ma Weiming stood with his hands together in front of an ordinary house, waiting quietly. Before long, he saw a woman dressed in white clothes step out. Despite Ma Weiming's advanced age, the woman appeared to be in her early thirties at most, a good thirty years younger than he was. Her name was Ma Jing, and she was his half-sister, sharing the same father.
"What's so urgent that you needed to find me?" Ma Jing asked, without even calling him brother, her tone somewhat cold.
"Little Jing, I've come to you with an urgent matter. May we step aside to talk?" Ma Weiming said, in a placating tone, as he saw her.
