Only three days had passed since the deal with Barn when the Dwarf Great Elder sent someone to invite Ang.
Led by a dwarf warrior, Ang, Dana, and Linya traveled through the dwarves' stone passageways until they finally arrived at a place they had never heard of—the Dwarf Sacred Hall.
From the outside, the hall looked like an ordinary stone house, only slightly larger than typical dwarf structures. But when Ang stepped inside, the sight before him gave him pause.
The interior was remarkably spacious, nearly five meters high. Majestic dwarf statues stood along both walls, each roughly Ang's height and nothing like the dwarves' usual short, stocky builds.
The statues seemed to symbolize the glorious history of the dwarf race, perhaps depicting certain legendary heroes.
At the center of the hall, six stone chairs formed a semicircle. Seated in the central chair was a white-haired, white-bearded Dwarf Great Elder, his gaze as steady as a mountain.
On the slightly lower stone chairs to either side sat elderly dwarves with varying expressions, yet every one of them exuded an imposing presence.
Only one stone chair stood empty. Ang guessed it belonged to the elder of the Hofhardbeard Clan.
The dwarf warrior respectfully led the three of them before the stone chairs, then stepped aside.
A brief silence fell over the hall. At last, the Dwarf Great Elder slowly spoke, his voice deep and powerful, carrying the weight of history.
"Outsider, after our discussions over this period, we have decided to leave the choice to each clan."
Ang was slightly surprised. He had expected the dwarves to make a unified decision, but instead they had chosen to let each clan decide for itself whether to accept teleportation.
This was undoubtedly good news for him. It meant that at least some dwarves