Chapter 4 Guru Mountain
Guru Mountain is a complex place.
At the foot of Guru Mountain, a diverse crowd of people always gathered. These individuals hailed from every corner of the Yowein Continent, drawn here by a single, simple ambition: to strike it rich.
Yes, rumor had it that Guru Mountain was home to White Cloud Fruits, the rarest fruit in all the Yowein Continent. Each White Cloud Fruit was said to possess a magical power, capable of either granting the user’s wish or bestowing upon them unexpected Energy.
However, obtaining a White Cloud Fruit was no easy feat.
"First, you have to know what it looks like." The tavern at the foot of Guru Mountain always did good business. If you were a stranger, a single round of drinks could furnish you with a wealth of unexpected knowledge. Look, this thin man was shaking his head, flaunting his erudition. "As a senior Scholar, I am obliged to tell you what a White Cloud Fruit looks like; otherwise, I wouldn’t deserve to be called a Scholar."
"Er, what does the White Cloud Fruit look like then?" Across from the thin man sat a young fellow, his face a mask of confusion.
"A White Cloud Fruit resembles a white cloud—ethereal, drifting, appearing and disappearing, elusive and hard to grasp. Its form is as mutable as a cloud; without specific experience, you wouldn’t be able to pick it at all..."
"Moreover, this White Cloud Fruit is hidden deep within the mountains. Without our Wizards’ Divination to point the way, venturing into the mountains would be futile," the white-bearded man in a felt hat at the next table chimed in.
"Hmph, without the assistance of us Alchemists, you’d find it exceedingly difficult to pick the fruit, you know," another voice scoffed.
"So, according to you all, those monsters guarding the White Cloud Fruit don’t require the intervention of us Hunters, is that it?"
"Clearly, your thinking is too simplistic. To acquire the White Cloud Fruit, you still need those incumbent Politicians to devise detailed plans for you."
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