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

further unlocked to manifest its full potential. Perhaps he could truly

be strong

wait,” Rourie called out to Severin before the latter could

before and obtained several plaques from the library.

Severin, each with a hazy aura that made them

them, knowing that they contained combat techniques. He was a little

was to help them in exchange for a

nothing more, nothing less. The seven or so plaques floating in

“What are these

the other members of your group. I hope

hand. As the plaques

in treating all honorary elders equally, but your swift mastery

in you for the

just witnessed, he was certain that individuals such

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

greater heights! With that in mind, he decided to

Chorleaus techniques