The ordinary-looking middle-aged woman stared at the desert church for long under her dark gray cloak. Her figure was like a statue. She stood silently.
The believers must not see each other as people came and went. They passed by her and didn't stop.
No one knew how long had passed before the other party returned to her senses. Her eyes moved slightly, and her expression changed.
"The aura of the Dwarf God? The dwarf who peeked into the river of fate is still alive?"
"The other party found the key so quickly. It must have discovered more things in the river of fate than I expected."
The middle-aged woman stared at the desert church. She tightened her cloak. She did not step into it and turned around to leave.
However, the passers-by could feel that the other party's footsteps were remarkably simple. It was as if they had received some good news.
