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

manifest its full potential. Perhaps he could truly transform his fist into a sun,

be strong

called out to Severin before the latter could leave.

undid the seal with a gesture like before and obtained

Severin, each with a hazy aura that made

at them, knowing that they contained combat techniques. He

help them in exchange

nothing less. The seven or so plaques floating in front of him

are these

from me to the other members of your group.

a gentle wave of his hand. As the plaques came closer to

“Our family believes in treating all honorary elders

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

had just witnessed, he was

establishing a firm friendship in advance, the

achieve greater heights! With that in mind, he decided to

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