
Fourth World, Main Capital. In an old shop.
The old shop was located in a narrow alley hidden between tall buildings in the city center. The alley looked like a narrow passageway overlooked by most people, with moss-filled walls and dim lighting.
Not many are aware of the existence of the old tavern, because the alley looks gloomy and hidden from the eyes of many people.
However, for those who know the secret behind the alley, they know that at the end of the alley is tucked away an old, hidden tavern. The shop was made of old, drooping wood, with chipped paint on its walls.
Its small windows were covered by a thick cloth curtain that looked seedy. There are randomly colored wooden planks with handwriting that promote a wide variety of goods and services.
When one entered the tavern, they would immediately feel a different atmosphere. The air inside the shop was dusty and smelled of special spices. The dim light of the oil lamp that was lit gave a touch of mystery in the narrow room.
Wooden shelves are full of antiques, such as old paintings, ceramic statues, and ancient jugs. The smell of incense and the strong fragrance of spices hung in the air, giving a magical and mystical aura to the place.
The tavern lord, a long-bearded old man in a traditional black dress, sat behind an old wooden table full of prophetic tools, cards predicting the dimness, and ancient books. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his eyes looked wise.
Although the tavern looked shabby and old, some people came there to visit. They often come in cloaks and covered headgear. Hiding who they really are.
The old shop hidden in the narrow alley holds many secrets and its own charm. The people coming there are special people in hopes of finding answers to the questions in their lives or getting invaluable information.
The store became a legendary place in the big city, known only to those who know about its existence, and became a place that has its own charm and uniqueness in the midst of the busy city crowd.
A hooded man came and greeted the shop owner. He caught in his vision the shop was empty with no visitors at all.
“Pak Tua give wine and ginger nuts. “ visitors take a seat at the nearest table with the shop owner's desk.
The old man moved from his seat. He walked towards his kitchen to bring his guest order in a short time.
“Fourth world map changed. The Wang Clan, the Phoenix Fire Sect and the Earth Sword Sect. Even the Cheng Clan was hidden. All related Old Ancestor Fortress.” Visitors pour their wine in a glass, while he talks while chewing on a ginger nut snack.
The owner of the tavern, it seems he was busy researching an old scroll.
“Klan Wang stands parallel to both major sects. The growth of his strength was very unreasonable and unexpectedly this fast as it allied with the Old Ancestor Fortress of the first world.”
“The battle of the Phoenix Fire Sect and the Ancestral Old Fortress lasted very short but seemed to have pierced the Phoenix Fire Sect right in their hearts. Just fall without a fight until the last blood.”
“Even the Wang Clan allied with the Phoenix Fire Sect suppressed the Earth Sword Sect. However, the situation became a cold war when the Earth Sword Sect asked the Cheng Clan for protection. Both camps froze without any contact or clashes.”
“Klan Cheng's hidden get terror from the Old Ancestor's Fortress army that camped right in front of their noses. This was a blatant provocation in which the Cheng Clan that was hidden and feared by the fourth world was bothered with great courage.”
The visitor has spoken a lot long and wide. But the old man of the shop owner is still indifferent and does not budge at all.
“Klan Cheng developed a study uniting their blood with the forbidden blood of the ancient ancestors of attackers from the past to gain immense power. A nation of invaders forgotten by history, the Yao Nation.”.
The Old Man placed his scroll roughly on his desk. He was completely distracted from his activities. His eyes were narrow and I stared intently at the visitor in front of him.
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“The research was successful?” Old man has a raucous voice.
Visitors now take a silent stance without speaking, only the crisp sound of the chewed nuts was clearly heard.
“I saw the Old Ancestor Fortress with my own eyes in the first world, that place was not a random field that could be bothered with just a capital of guts and strength. I see their parimeter as a suicide spot even for an immortal.” The old man finally spoke.
“I know exactly what your beliefs are like Old Man, I have also seen for myself the Old Ancestral Fortress building standing on a creepy ground with dark weather. Even the blowing wind can kill me.” Visitors reminisce for a moment over his visit some time ago.
“Old Brother, what is the background of the Old Ancestor Fortress? Who is the director behind it all?” The visitor adds a question at the end of his speech.
“Their officials are random people from the surrounding cities. About who is behind the Old Ancestor Fortress, there is no idea at all.” The old man shook his head.
Both are immersed in some wild speculations and conjectures. Long time without further conversation.
“Did the Old Ancestor Fortress attack the Cheng Clan due to taboo research? If so, it's not just the building that's scary. But their intelligence is also terrible. Plus the undeniable power over their courage pierced directly into the Cheng Clan.” Visitors drank their wine. There was an expression of surprise, worry and annoyance mixed in.
“If the Cheng Clan succeeds in taboo research. How many powers from the upper world would join in? Even the Central Council in the Thirteenth World, the End of the World had to intervene alone.”
“This conversation only happened between you and me. Others must remain mute and deaf. There can't be any leaks.” Old Man clasped both hands with his eyes tightly closed.