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?"
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