Old Hank closed the shop door, opened an entrance to a cellar from the floor, and descended into a place where various herbs were stored.
He found a slightly larger open space, pricked his finger, and as the blood spurted out, a portal slowly formed.
"Let's go," said Old Hank as he stepped in first, followed closely by Lu Hong.
After a moment of dizziness, Lu Hong arrived at a huge ancient arena. Though it was full of ruins, its immense scale still commanded respect.
Old Hank, standing beside Lu Hong, said, "This is the storm arena, controlled by the Thunder family. Back when the Gold family invaded, they reached here too. Fortunately, this is a small world shattered by the storm, exiled by our ancestors, hence it became the last sanctuary of our Thunder family."
"Clan Leader? You've returned?" Members of the Thunder family noticed the unusual spatial fluctuations and gathered around from all sides.
