Orion's lips curled upward into a fascinated smile. "Incredible," he murmured softly. "This place is a genuine melting pot of races and cultures. Far more intriguing than I imagined."
Finally arriving at the city gates, Orion's gaze landed upon a broad and muscular Elephantkin who was diligently collecting entrance fees.
The Elephantkin towered over most, his face had a haughty smile while looking at everyone, likely because his cultivation was at the Fourth Tier, and among the people present, it was one of the highest.
Catching sight of Orion's approaching figure and sensing his restrained yet powerful aura, the Elephantkin quickly bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, sir," the Elephantkin said courteously, with evident caution in his tone. "The entry fee is ten Lesser-Grade Mana Crystals."
