C429 Friendship

Four hundred and twenty-eighth chapter of friendship.

A withered tree, a wild vine, a field of weeds, and a desert. In the middle of a small forest, there was a piece of white sand. A temple stood in the middle of the empty land, and a mottled plaque hung on the door of the temple that was only half open.

What entered their eyes was a dilapidated temple, or rather, a relatively large house