Life After Prison

After a while, Godfrey started to enter a breakthrough and became a level three royal saint.

As he stabilized himself, Godfrey was delighted and thrilled. “I see! No wonder I can’t even perform it after studying it for many years, I went about it the wrong way!”

After that, he was grateful to Severin. “Mister Severin, thank you for sharing your views. If not, I don’t think

We

will ever know we were looking at it the wrong way.

The other elders felt the same way too, and quickly bowed respectfully at Severin,

Severin was touched and waved his hand. “I’m flattered, but it’s just a small matter to me.”

them. “Alright. Take it easy. He’s a level nine royal saint. His attainment, knowledge, and experience are incomparable with us. If you guys act so

to know Severin, Rourie finally understood Severin’s characteristics. He knew Severin treated his friends very well. It was a hell of a luck to have Severin being their

who were extremely grateful to him. He knew for a fact that he was able to

would never politely and respectfully ask him about the True–Sun Fist or use this

it to himself. As an adult, he knew what to say and what not to say.

he started to think about the tournament. There was nearly half a month left until the date of the tournament. After destroying the Walpens, he made a name for himself in this city. Someone had listed him as the third strongest in the

not to be underestimated. Rumors had it that he once killed a spirit beast almost as powerful as a supreme saint when he

Lischalt. At the age of twenty, he had

about this ranking. He cured more about the quota of people