"West Kunlun?"
Hu Ma's heart stirred. He had already entered the mansion, so he wasn't easily bewildered. Now that he had cultivated his Dharma Form, his Divine Soul was significantly stronger. He was like a Guest in the main hall; even if caught off guard for a moment, his mind would quickly turn, and he would realize what was happening.
Yet, knowing something was amiss, he did not immediately expose it. He simply looked at him and smiled, saying, "Old man, your hometown has a nice name, but it sounds like it's not nearby..."
"Not far, not far..."
Upon hearing this, the white-bearded old man immediately laughed, waved his hand, and said, "It's right up on the mountain behind, on that hill with a large patch of red sour dates. There's a dry pond; I was born there, grew up there, then was brought to the mansion by my young Master.
