At night, the religious area in the eastern side of Dragon City was a tranquil and peaceful place, which was a sharp contrast to the bustling and noisy city center. The area once belonged to the more than ten religious forces in Brettonia, but now it was basically dominated by the Holy Light. The faint Holy Light enveloped the whole area, which expulsed the darkness, and brought peace.
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Between the two rows of looming religious buildings, a woman’s figure seemed insignificant.
The woman lightly walked on the smooth, milky-white stone slab. Each of her steps sent out a firm sound, which disturbed the tranquility of the night.
The woman was quite tall. The simple holy robe that she wore made it difficult to cover her ample and well-developed curves. Her brown wavy hair hung in front of her chest, and her cherry lips were exceptionally eye-catching under the night.
