Life After Prison

Donned in a gold-embellished blue robe and purple-gold boots, the man’s extraordinary bearing stood tall like that of a towering mountain.

His face bore the weathering of time, and the sallow complexion to his squarish visage hinted at the multifarious experienced he must have faced in life.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Gray streaks of gray adorned his temples, and his hair seemed to move independently of the wind.

His motions were as fluid as the wind, with each step producing ripples in the surrounding space.

Clarkin felt a slight jolt as he witnessed the man entering the hall. His attainment exuded an air of untouchability-a sensation he had previously only experienced when facing Oskar.

Clarkin had crossed paths with Jason in the past. Back then, he sensed that Jason was a level six royal paragon, thus making him stronger than Clarkin but still significantly short of Oskar’s level eight royal paragon attainment.

However, the aura emanating from Jason had an intimidating quality to it that seemed to be rival even that of Oskar’s!

Clarkin felt a little unsettled and promptly stood up. “Hello Jason. Congratulations on your advancement.”

Jason laughed. “I appreciate the compliment, though it’s really not worth a mention at all, given the rather small effort.”

Intrigued, Clarkin asked, “Have you made a breakthrough to level seven royal paragon?”

Jason nodded with a smile, “The opportunity presented itself a few days ago, and the breakthrough swiftly followed suit.”

The revelation of Jason’s rise in attainment left Clarkin feeling ecstatic. The Deifirm Sect held a unique position among the four major sects, boasting two royal paragons-Jason, the sect leader, and Gianluca, the deputy sect leader.

The Deifirm Sect’s strength had now surged ahead of many other sects who had only one royal paragon.

Clarkin kept his excitement in check and approached Jason to inform the latter of his reasons for the visit. “I came here to discuss the matter of Severin with you.”

“Severin?” Jason’s eyes glimmered with a cold light.

The name rang a bell, as it had come up during the meeting convened to discussed Uzair’s death. Since they all feared Oskar’s strength, they had ultimately decided the best way to avenge Uzair would be to send Simeon to the Starry Sky Battlespace and target Severin there.

Jason discerned from Clarkin’s demeanor that Severin had somehow provoked the Gahrrs.

As Jason had been secluded in training, he knew little of the outside world, and Clarkin’s evident frustration had piqued his curiosity.

Jason set his teacup down and asked, “Could you elaborate? Did Severin offend your clan?”

“He did more than that!” Clarkin’s voice carried a deep-seated resentment. “He disrespected us by killing our prodigy and several of our paragon-level elders.”

A few moments passed in silence as Jason comprehended the situation. Severin had ascended to paragonhood in two months and even exhibited formidable combat prowess by killing several of the Gahrrs’ level three paragons.

It was no surprise that Clarkin was fuming.

Clarkin then suffered defeat at Oskar’s hands while in the quest to get revenge, hence his decision to drop by the Deifirm Sect and seek help from Jason.

As a sect leader, Jason did not give his opinion on such matters as it would not be ideal to discuss such delicate subjects openly. He retained a pensive demeanor as he sipped his tea quietly.

Clarkin analyzed Jason’s response and recognized the need to demonstrate sincerity.

He gritted his teeth and declared, “I sought to meet you because I’d like to propose a deal.”

Intrigued, Jason set aside his teacup and said, “Go on.”