When Brother Wang mentioned the name "Ma Jiu," Master and Aunt Tang exchanged a glance at once. Clearly, neither of them had heard the name before.
Master said nothing and simply continued regulating his qi.
As for me, I had never heard of him either.
The only one I knew was that bastard Nine Corpse Daoist from Western Hunan.
Then Aunt Tang spoke.
"I've never heard the name Ma Jiu. He probably hasn't shown his identity much in the Feng Shui world."
Brother Wang smiled.
"It's normal not to have heard of him. Just think about his age. If my senior brother were still alive, he'd be over a hundred by now."
I froze.
Brother Wang was forty-five, yet his senior brother was over a hundred?
"Brother Wang, how old was your grandmother when she took disciples? Over a hundred?"
Brother Wang did not hesitate and answered directly.
"My mother had me late. When I was born, my grandmother was already eighty-five.
"That senior brother was a disciple my grandmother took when she was young. He was only ten years younger than her.
"Look, I'm already forty-five this year.
"If my senior brother were still alive, wouldn't he be a hundred and thirty?
"So, my senior brother may have passed away long ago.
"And perhaps my senior brother left behind some of my grandmother's legacies somewhere in China..."
Brother Wang chatted with us for a while.
Aunt Tang continued.
"I never expected the famous Red Lady of Western Hunan to be your grandmother.
"Our Tang Clan mainly raises insects. In the early years, the elders of our family fought alongside Red Lady against the demonic cultists of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect during those war-torn times.
"Because Red Lady's name was so well-known, I had heard of her from my elders