Chapter 110 September 9th

Rumble.

On September 5th, it was raining heavily that night.

The rain continued to fall.

It continued for three whole days.

On September 8th, Claud arrived at Anwell Temple on Mount Marcy.

He was dressed in white, looking elegant and handsome.

Trevon stood to the side, holding an umbrella for him.

Creak.

The broken door of Anwell Temple slowly opened, and a gray-haired old monk walked out with a young one.

"Sir," the old monk bowed slightly and asked. "May I ask why you are here?"

"Can I stay for a night?"

"Sir, this small temple of mine cannot accommodate a great master like you."

"You recognize me?"

The old monk shook his head and said indifferently, "Judging from your thick bushy eyebrows and star-like eyes, you must be an outstanding man. Forget it. If you do not mind my crappy temple, please stay as you please."

Arriving at Anwell Temple, Claud lit some incense and prayed.