Early the next morning.
At the Ma Family Compound.
A fashionably dressed woman wearing sunglasses walked into the Ma Family with her head held high, carrying herself with distinction.
The Ma Family clearly took her visit seriously. They opened the central gate, and all the senior members remaining in Shen Prefecture appeared.
Ma Qingshan and Ma Ran, two members of the direct line, came out to welcome her personally.
"Miss Ding."
"Miss Ding."
Ma Qingshan smiled obsequiously. "An honored guest! Forgive us for not coming farther out to welcome you."
"Let's talk inside."
Like a proud swan, Ding Ya held her head high and strode into the main hall.
Ma Qingshan had wanted to build a rapport with her, only to have his warm reception met with a cold shoulder.
Ma Ran, however, calmly slowed his pace and moved to the back of the group.
"What's wrong, Ran?" An elderly man who bore an eighty-percent resemblance to Old Ma also slowed down to ask.
"She hasn't come with good intentions." Ma Ran sighed.
"Have you heard something?"
"Ding Ya was thrown out of Chun Prefecture." This was no secret.
Yesterday's banquet had included big shots from almost half the Northeast.
There was no hiding something like that.
"She was thrown out yesterday, and she's here today. Second Uncle, don't let us become her weapon."
As Old Ma's only son who never fought or competed for anything, he was also the only member of the Ma Family who harbored no hostility toward Chun Prefecture.
Ding Ya had come storming into the Ma Family. Other than borrowing their forces, he could think of no other reason.
"I think this could be a good thing that serves both sides."
A cold glint flashed through Ma Qingshan's eyes. The hand Old Ninth had chopped