West Border of Wei Country, Gun Mang Mountain.
Within a fortress in the mountain, the Mountain Master Zhang Zhan lay half-reclined on a couch. He appeared to be in his forties, dignified in appearance, with black hair and a handsome beard. Although his cheeks were sunken and his complexion dull, making it evident that his True Body was afflicted by a grave illness, his eyes still shone with an imposing brilliance.
He first glanced at the five sons standing by his bedside. Seeing them timidly avoiding his gaze, not daring to lift their heads, a trace of disappointment flickered across his face.
His gaze slowly shifted to two middle-aged men not far away, about his same age. He sighed and said, "Brother Liang Wu, Brother Qian Tong, you two have been with me on this mountain for twenty years now, haven't you?"
