Imperial City, northwestward.
Thirty kilometers from the Huntington family.
There was a mountain path.
Passing through the mountain path, ten kilometers into the city area.
Another twenty kilometers.
Then one could drive straight to the Huntington Mansion.
The mountain was called West Whitaker Mountain.
The road was named Favian Road.
At this moment.
A convoy was slowly moving along Favian Road.
The appearance of the vehicles was uniform, a fleet of Land Rovers.
The mountain road was winding, and the speed of the cars was always maintained at 40 mph.
Not fast, not slow.
Just right.
In the lead car, there was an elder.
Beside the elder, sat a young disciple.
"Master, why must we make such a fuss for this trip? I could resolve the issue with my fellow disciples."
The young disciple disagreed, "You are a standing director of the Martial Arts Association, how can you show up so easily?"