Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 956: Cleaning
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1197.5- Final Race Battle (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 26
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 633: Who Is He Liang
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 336: Life!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3836: Divine Sword of the Heavenly Star
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1197- Final Race Battle (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 954: Old Affections
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 955: Seeing Through Lies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1196- Final Race Battle (1)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 25.2
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 41: The Weaving Shadow Nest Is Your Most Loyal Servant!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 632.2: Reverse Scale - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 257: Transmigration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 335: Cursed Daughter
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1195.5- Area beneath the walls (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 326 - Can You Guess How I Felt At That Moment?
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 953: Old Friends
Before the encirclement was completely over, a horse carriage had already slowly left the city, heading toward a certain location outside the Divine Capital. The coachman had a blood vitality as deep as an abyss, which clearly showed he was a formidable martial artist. Hence, there was nothing to worry about. Besides, the destination was not far. After a little more than two hours, they arrived at the foot of a mountain.
The carriage stopped, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted. A figure, cloaked entirely in a black robe, stepped out. The coachman respectfully handed over a lantern, which the person silently accepted before walking up the mountain path.
The coachman did not follow, staying by the carriage while gently stroking the mane of the fine horse beside him.
The mountain was not tall, but it was quite famous in the Divine Capital. Its renown did not come from the mountain itself but from a nunnery at its peak.
The nunnery was called Pure Heart Nunnery, and many nuns lived in the nunnery...
To be precise, it housed many women of noble birth who, after seeing through worldly affairs, chose to become nuns here.
Many of the nuns had high social status before ordaining, so even after becoming nuns, they lived comfortable lives.
Perhaps due to their extraordinary backgrounds, the nuns in the nunnery were very well-mannered, making it easy to serve them. But, as with everything, there were exceptions.
There was an old nun in the nunnery known for being particularly difficult to serve. To be accurate, she was not actually that old; she just always kept a stern expression, which made her appear quite aged. Her temperament was also rather eccentric, so none of the younger nuns wanted to serve her.
However, her status was also quite special, and no one dared to offend her.
Now deep into the night, the nunnery had long since extinguished its lights, but one meditation room remained illuminated. The candle made from mermaid tears sent from the North Sea was far superior to ordinary candles, lighting up t
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