Life After Prison

After recovering from the shock, Rourie immediately heaped praise on Severin. “Your talent is truly

exceptional. Few in our family have mastered the True–Sun Fist. The fact that you succeeded on your first

try speaks volumes to your ability as a level nine royal saint.”

In response to Rourie’s praise, Severin merely shook his head slightly. “You give me far more credit than I

deserve. It was merely a stroke of luck. I shall be returning to my room now if that is all.‘

Severin wanted to return to his room and make the most out of the enlightenment he had just

experienced. He wanted to acquaint himself with the newly acquired technique. Though he had grasped

the essence of the True–Sun Fist and executed it successfully, there remained some distance between

understanding the basics and mastering it. He felt an unrelenting dove as if this combat technique could

Perhaps he could truly transform his

then might be strong enough

Rourie called out to Severin before the latter

seal with a gesture like before and obtained several plaques from the library. Those plaques

hazy aura

knowing that they contained combat techniques. He

Roune was to help them

or so plaques floating in front of him

Rourie, “What are these for?”

a gift from me to the other members of

of his hand. As the plaques came closer to

treating all honorary elders equally, but your swift

has boosted my confidence in you for the upcoming sacred lake tournament.”

Rourie had just witnessed, he was certain that individuals such as Severin would

rise to greatness. By establishing a firm friendship in advance, the Chorteaus might

mind, he decided to hedge all his bets on

Chorleaus techniques