Chapitre 443: Chapter 391: The Charlatan of Peace Temple

One month later.

The Capital.

Today, as evening fell, the dark clouds in the sky gathered in one place, their howling winds filled the streets. The banners on both sides rolled unstoppably as if attempting to flee from this abruptly changing weather.

"It's about to rain, hurry back home to collect the clothes."

A sharp cry echoed, gradually emptying the street. Pedestrians hurried along, intending to avoid the impending storm.

The South City is remote, and especially in Crude Grass Alley, it is a mix of all sorts of people.

The road on both sides was unbearably muddy, yellowish water flowed wantonly, given the current weather, it appeared even more deserted.

Despite such weather, a horse carriage rushed here and stopped in front of a dilapidated house at a bend in the Crude Grass Alley.

There was a Taoist Temple, not too big, the two doors damaged by termites seemed simple and poor, yet hung above was a plaque with three large characters.

Peace Temple!