Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 290: Why Escape?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1110- Ruins Formation
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 917: Vermillion Bird
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1109- Collapse
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 75: You Think She's in the Basement, but She's Actually on the Fifth Floor
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 585: This is Lame
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 15: Divine Persona?!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3813: Immortal Exalt Tan Yu in Danger
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 211: Colours
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 289: Escape
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1108- Mental advantage
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 916: Resolve
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 313 - Legendary Weapon: Monarch's Scepter
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1107- Price
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 584: You Should Wait a Bit
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 210: Deep Red
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 288: Opening
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 213: Teenage Rebellion (2)
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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