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

unlocked to manifest its full potential. Perhaps he could

might be

to Severin before the latter could

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

Severin, each with a hazy aura

that they contained combat techniques. He was a

his agreement with Roune was to help them in

The seven or so plaques floating in front of him prompted him

are these for?”

members of your group. I

his hand. As

honorary elders equally, but your swift mastery

boosted my confidence in you for the upcoming sacred lake

scene that Rourie had just witnessed, he was certain that individuals such

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

that in mind, he decided to hedge all his bets

of the Chorleaus techniques to him.