Purdue Mountain, Mordu.

A brand new Mercedes-Maybach drove into an ancient estate on the hill of the mountain. As it was close to the ocean and the temperature quickly dropped during the fall season, other than some coldness from late autumn, the estate also carried a certain frigidity.

Mandy got out of the car wearing a thin jacket, looking at the ancient structures within the estate. Some of them were centuries old, and no one could tell how long they had existed. However, the buildings looked like they were newly constructed. The Jeans of Mordu would renovate and repair the buildings once every three months, as well as install the newest technology.

Just that alone was evidence of how important this place was for the Jeans of Mordu.

The truth was that this was the residence of the patriarch of the Jeans of Mordu, Zayden. He had been extremely discreet these past years.

Normally, the patriarch of the Jeans of Mordu would stay here. All his words and actions would decide the ent