As dawn's first light broke over the horizon, Peak Master Porus handed a pouch of mana stones to the inn manager, his movements swift and practiced. The manager nodded appreciatively, pocketing the payment with a bow.
Porus turned, his robes flowing behind him as he stepped out of the inn, followed closely by his two disciples, Kent and Fatty.
The streets were still, a quiet contrast to the hustle that would soon follow. The trio made their way towards the Nine Cauldron Summit, where the teleportation gate awaited.
As they ascended, the path gradually became more crowded, and by the time they reached the summit, a serpentine line of people stretched from the top to the bottom. The teleportation gate, a majestic archway shimmering with runic inscriptions, was specifically open to those visiting the inheritance ground today.
