Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1603

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Chapter 1603

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Shirleen frowned and asked, "Why not? You're already a saint, and you won't have anything else to

fear after you enter your uncle's sect."

Cyril expressed some confusion as well. "Our knowledge in attainment extends at most to that of saints. We do not know if there are any levels higher than that. You're the only saint we've met so far, and our training has always been focused on reaching the level of a saint. Are you saying that there are higher attainment levels beyond that of a saint?"

Everyone there looked at Severin with eager anticipation, clearly seeking answers from him.

Severin offered a wry smile and said, "Those stronger than saints are known as royal saints. I'm sure you're aware that a saint can extend their lifespan up to two hundred years. Would anyone care to guess the total lifespan of a royal saint?"

Everyone gasped collectively when they registered what Severin said to them. They initially believed that saints were already the peak of what attainment had to offer and that they would never encounter anyone more advanced than that. However, Severin revealed the existence of a royal saint level, which, by his account, not only surpassed saints in power but also in lifespan.

After contemplating for a moment, Shirleen offered a guess, "Half a century?"

Severin shook his head.

The second elder of Simia Hall thought for a while before suggesting, "Less than that, maybe? Three hundred years?"

Severin shook his head once again. "Wrong again. It's much more than what you've all guessed. It's one thousand years. Achieving the level of a royal saint grants a one-thousand-year lifespan."

A collective gasp filled the air, and Severin's revelation left them all in shock.

"We might spend our whole life training without ever reaching the level of a saint, much less a higher level of attainment. We shouldn't dwell on these things," one disciple lamented

"I'd be happy enough if I ever get the chance to become a strong warrior emperor. We don't see warrior emperors very often," a profound master added.

"Give your all when training and you're good to go," Severin said, uncertain of how best to console the disciples. After all, their attainment talents varied, and not everyone could match the aptitude

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Shirleen raised another question. "You said that you couldn't bring out your flying sword when you're in your uncle-master's sect for fear of inciting any feelings of jealousy. Does this mean that

the sect houses a lot of formidable saints?"

Severin affirmed. "Yes. I'm quite certain that there are a lot of them. My uncle's attainment is likely a royal saint because the sect he belongs to is a first-tier sect. These first-tier sects are then

categorized into lower-class, middle-class, and upper-class. Even the lower-class first-tier sects. must have at least three saints to be recognized as such," Severin provided a thorough explanation to the people from Simia Hall based on what he heard from Sofia.

The disciples of Simia Hall had never been privy to such knowledge before. They listened attentively and felt as though a new world had opened up before them. At long last, they finally grasped the concept that numerous powerful sects existed in the world, and even the first-tier

sects were divided into several classes.