Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
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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