Life After Prison

Chapter 2102
Severin’s exploits in the Paradise Secret Realm reached far and wide, and his almost-godlike slaying of Uzair sent waves
throughout the Grandiuno Sect’s disciples. Everyone soon found out about Severin’s feats.
While the rest of the sect was abuzz with the news, a difference scene was playing out inside a secluded room on a spiritual
island near the Second Mountain. Wisps of light flickered against swirling spiritual energy, filling every corner of the room with an
ethereal glow. A steaming mist and dense fog swirled around a slender figure that was seated cross-legged on the floor. Clad in
a robe, the figure
possessed sword-shaped eyebrows, glimmering eyes, and a face that seemed to be the epitome of valiance.
As the young man opened his eyes, a glint of light shot forth. The illumination inside the room began to dim as it lingered around
the slender figure. It was none other than Karl.
The fog dissipated, and Karl exhaled slowly as a smile blossomed on his handsome face. “Success at last,” he murmured,
stepping out of the room.
At his emergence, a disciple who had been guarding outside seemed to sensed something and approached him with a flattering
smile.
“Congratulations on your breakthrough!”
“Your powers are incredible, and your position as the Grandiuno sect’s first core disciple will be further cemented!”
Karl acknowledged the flattery with a nod. “Worry not,” he assured with a smile as he addressed them, “I’ll remember to make
sure that all of you will be promoted if you perform well enough.”
Their flattery intensified to delirious levels with his encouragement, so much so that he was praised for being the ‘next supreme
paragon’ and the ‘one and only true prodigy’.
“I heard that the Wildfire’s ruins are now closed off. Where’s Sandy?” Karl inquired.
“They should be back soon,” answered a disciple. “I heard that Sect Leader Oskar personally went to the Artic Heights to fetch
them back.”

Intrigued, Karl asked, “I remember certain talented individuals within Southsky such as Uzair from the Deifirm Sect, Sian from the
Gahrrs, and Soran from the Purevoid Sect.”
He then kept quiet and waited for Sandy’s arrival. All of a sudden, a loud clamor erupted outside, growing louder with each
passing moment. Karl frowned and gestured to a disciple. “Could you please check what all the commotion is about, Einn?”
Einn, the short disciple, went out to ascertain what was going on and returned shortly. The excitement in his expression had
since waned turning into of extreme shock.
Sensing that something was amiss, Karl asked, “Have you found out what’s going on?”
Einn regained his composure and said in shock, “The people I spoke to outside are telling me that Severin killed Uzair in the
ruins! He also sliced off Sian’s arm! But that’s not it. Severin was said to have claimed Wildfire’s inheritance and ultimate spiritual
treasure!”
As Einn recounted what he had been told, Karl’s expression morphed from curiosity, to seriousness, until it finally culminated in
utter disbelief. He had anticipated Sandy’s failure but not Severin’s meteoric rise. Uzair and Sian were powerful figures, yet
Severin had bested them.