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

full potential. Perhaps he could truly transform

possessed then might be strong enough to level

out to Severin before the latter could

with a gesture like before and obtained several

a hazy aura that made them stand

contained combat techniques. He was a little shocked

was to help them in exchange for a single

so plaques floating in front of him prompted

are these for?”

me to the other members of

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

elders equally, but your swift mastery of the

confidence in you for the upcoming sacred lake

just witnessed, he was

establishing a firm friendship in advance,

mind, he decided to hedge all his bets on Severin

the Chorleaus techniques to him.