Life After Prison

The young guy was none other than Soran. Severin knew him because he was one of the members of the Purevoid Sect that went to the Artic Heights.

Several months had passed since Artic Heights and Soran was now a level one paragon. Severin was a little surprised by that. Then again, it was not weird since Soran was a prodigy.

The other guy beside Moran was wearing a black robe. He looked calm and indifferent but judging from the breath he was emitting, it felt like he was at least a level three paragon. Even from afar, Severin could feel the sharp and ferocious sword energy from the guy.

While he was busy looking at them, Oskar said, “I don’t need to introduce Roman, the sect leader of Purevoid Sect and Soran to you. The other guy’s name is Winston Ramos, also a prodigy. I heard somewhere that he is a natural-born swordsman.”

‘A natural-born swordsman?’ Severin thought and found it very interesting.

Anyone who was a natural-born swordsman was as talented as anyone who had a Divine Constitution. Those who were a natural- born swordsman were gifted swordsmen. Very often, it was easier for them to learn swordswill or any skill related to being swordsmen. They would improve faster than normal people but that was only restricted to the true act of being a swordsman.

Severin took another look and lost his interest in Winston. Maybe a fight with Winston could be fun but that was all. Just fun because the strongest prodigy of Southsky was not here yet.

A couple of minutes later, two slits appeared in the sky. After that, several men came flying out from the slits. The first group of people were the ones from Deifirm Sect with Jason leading in front.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The second person was a guy in his early twenties. He wore a green robe like a rich gentleman but he was emitting great power.

Severin sensed the power and was quite shocked. ‘A level three paragon!’ Meanwhile, people were starting to exit from the other slit. It was also a group of three from the Marvair Sect. Cecily led the way and she was followed by two young ladies. One of them was wearing a plain color dress and had a headband. She did not put any makeup on but that was fine because she had a very beautiful face and fair skin. Makeup would only spoil her beauty.

Judging from the power she was emitting, she could be a level three paragon.

‘I think that’s Callie, the saintwoman of Marvair Sect.’ Severin thought. Then he looked at Simeon.

After Jason and Simeon reached the place, they nodded at Cecily to greet her. Then both of them got closer to where Oskar was.

Simeon stood in front of Severin and said arrogantly, “So I take it you must be the prodigy of the Grandiuno Sect, Severin. And you’re also the one who killed Uzair.”

Severin answered nonchalantly, “Yes.”

Immediately, Simeon’s eyes brightened up, and held his guard up.

No wonder you can kill Uzair considering that you’re a level three paragon at such a young age.”

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