Zelia could only shake her head when she heard that. "I don't have an answer to that. Perhaps he is simply a receipt of divine favor."
Celeste displayed a tinge of envy when she heard that. Despite her status as a core disciple with the coveted Forest Constitution that resonated with wood affinity. However, it was only an Element Constitution that paled in comparison to Severin's Divine Constitution.
Some core disciples had no interest in securing any positions, but they would not pass up the opportunity to compete for a place in Midland's Grandiuno Sacred Land. That sacred land was rumored to have been an ancient and prosperous sect that held great allure. The founder of the Grandiuno Sect hailed from Midland, and the south was considered inferior in comparison. Supreme saints were regarded as ordinary in Midland where paragons were the requirement to enter. Even a royal paragon was not particularly prestigious there.
Celeste's eyes revealed yearning and a sense of conflict as the notion of Midland appeared in her mind. She took a deep breath and muttered to herself, "Guess we'll have to win him over then."
At the same time, Raymond was enjoying his tea in a rustic-looking palace on a floating island near the Fourth Mountain. Having recently emerged from seclusion, he had yet to retract the spiritual energy in his body. The overflowing surge of aura was like a wild beast, and it carried a strong pressure that could intimidate and stifle a person.
His attainment had improved tremendously in the past half-year, and he had already reached level nine supreme saint. By his estimation, he would need only a year or so before he could try to make a breakthrough to paragon!
After sipping some hot tea, he asked, "Has anything transpired in the sect during my half-year of seclusion?"
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