Life After Prison

Myles grinned. “We’re here to ask if you’ll allow us to go with you to the Grandiuno Sacred Land.”

Myles’s group had the same goal as Lejeune’s group. The Grandiuno Sacred Land held the highest power over Midland, and while they could not become elites or core disciples like Severin, securing an ordinary discipleship there was preferable to remaining within the sect.

Midland’s prosperity far surpassed that of Southsky. In Midland, a royal paragon was viewed as having the bare minimum, while supreme paragons held authority over each sect. Some of the ancient bloodlines and other sacred lands might even boast Semi-Celestials.

Myles and the rest had been stuck at level nine paragon for a long time and could not seem to be able to make a breakthrough to royal paragon. Opportunities in Southsky were scarce, if not absent, yet waiting for such an opportunity that might never even come was all they could do in Southsky.

As a result, Myles’s group wanted to follow Severin to Midland, where they could train and secure a chance to hopefully make a breakthrough to royal paragon.

When Myles finished speaking, the rest of the peak masters looked eagerly at Severin, who found their reaction a little amusing. He had already planned how to utilize the Grandiuno Sacred Land’s token when he received it, and Myles’s group deserved some reciprocation after they helped him during the tournament.

For example, without the Enlightenment Stone given by Rowan, Severin would never have been able to comprehend the essence of the attainment, nor would be able to form the Chaotic Swordshadow, a killer move that that defeated Karl secured him the first-place victory.

He had already planned on inviting them to join him even if they did not ask him. He looked at Daniella and the others’

hopeful expressions and laughed. “Haha, of course! I’d appreciate everyone’s company in Midland.”

Everyone faces lit up at his answer. Myles stood up and expressed his gratitude, saying, “You’re right, Severin! We can keep you company in Midland!”

Few things could excite a man who had seen a lot of what life had to offer, but the prospect of entering a sacred land within Midland and the high likelihood that he would make a breakthrough to royal paragon–was far too exhilarating. As they were well aware, those who made it to royal paragon would be much stronger than paragons, be it in strength or lifespan.

Rowan of the Eighth Mountain was red with emotion. He held his hands solemnly and vowed, “I won’t hesitate to walk through a sea of fire for you after your kind gesture!”

“That’s quite a bold promise.” Severin chuckled.

Myles chuckled. “Not at all. Joining you in your journey to the sacred land is a chance of a lifetime. We will be happy to fulfill whatever you request of us in the future!”

The growing solemnity in the atmosphere prompted Severin to try and lighten the mood. “Don’t worry about it. We’re just looking out for one another.”

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