"It's all wishful thinking on your end," someone remarked. Severin remained silent, as his attention was drawn to the lively discussion surrounding him. Alfie emanated a radiant aura, and his formidable presence commanded attention. Even the surrounding space seemed to be pushed on the brink of cracking.
Severin glanced at the Floating Light Sacred Land's divine heir and took a deep breath before settling into a meditative stance. As time passed, more divine heirs from sacred lands and scions from aristocratic families arrived.
"That's the Kains' divine heir."
"And isn't that Gresham from the Primordial Sacred Land?"
There were nineteen prodigies in total, including representatives from Greatflare and Northsea.
Among them, Severin spotted Francis accompanied by several of the Grandiuno Sacred Land's disciples. Acknowledging Severin's presence, Francis nodded to acknowledge Severin's presence, and Severin reciprocated in kind as well.
All of a sudden, Gresham rose to address the crowd. He glanced across the gathered powerhouses and said, "The True Immortal's essence been found. Seeing as there are simply too many people here, I'd suggest that those who are too weak should avoid coming within a hundred miles distance of the palace. Do I have your agreement?"
Some of the prodigies began to ponder what he said while others nodded in agreement.
"A perfect-stage level four paragon should not be worthy of one's company."
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