Life After Prison

Another of the peak masters said, “However, I must add that we’ve now incurred the Gahrrs’ unabated wrath because of you.”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Severin looked solemnly at the nine peak masters. “I will never forget the kindness that you’ve shown me today.”

“I Oskar gradually descended from the air and said calmly to him, Since you’re all right, I suppose you’ll be able to return to Pearl Light Isle on your own then. I’ll handle everything else here.”

With less than half a month remaining before the Starry Sky Battlespace, Oskar hoped that Severin could use that period to refine his attainment.

Winning in the Starry Sky Battlespace might be too high an expectation, it was of paramount important that Severin must have a safe return.

After all, Severin was a preparatory disciple of the Grandiuno Sacred Land-he held the potential to make history in Midland within a few years, especially once he managed a breakthrough to level five paragon.

“Thank you, Sect Leader,” Severin responded earnestly. His smile faded into solemnity as he clasped his hands respectfully and offered his sincere appreciation.

Oskar waved his hand and remarked, “Don’t mention it. You’re a disciple of my sect. It is my duty to protect you.”

As a sect leader, he held a responsibility to protect his disciples, and that desire was fueled further when he saw the Gahrrs’ arrogance despite their relatively modest strength.

As the head of Grandiuno Sect and a prominent figure in Southsky, he had to maintain connections with the Grandiuno Sacred Land in Midland.

The Gahrrs’ audacity as a second-rate force in Southsky was laughable, to say the least.

Severin nodded appreciatively and leapt into the air to head back to Pearl Light Isle. The peak masters and elders soon returning to their respective residences as well.

Many disciples glanced at the Gahrrs retreating figures in disdain.

“Tch! The Gahrrs are in over their head if they think they could go our Sect. They’re just worthless troublemakers spewing empty threats!”

“Did you see how amazing Severin was? He single-handedly took down two elders! It sends shivers down my spine.”

“Even prodigies such as Simeon from the Deifirm Sect and Callie from the Marvair Sect are no match for Severin’s talent!”

“Shouldn’t we be calling him Elder Severin? He’s an elder now, isn’t he?”

Severin could not help but laugh at their playful banter as he listened to the disciples’ comments about him.

Though the Gahrrs had retreated, Severin knew that it was unlikely for them to concede that easily. He would be in for some big trouble without the support of Oskar and the nine peak masters.

Severin clenched his fists and felt a surge of determination welling within. He recognized his own shortcomings and knew that he could easily defeat the Gahrrs if he had the attainment of a supreme paragon.

With such levels of strength, he already envisioned that Clarkin would apologize to him and accept that it was the Gahrrs fault which led him to kill Sian.