There was an island in the middle of Northsea, the royal city. The place where Severin and Carson were heading to.
The barbarian's tent was mainly built using buffalo skin and bluestone. The Barbarian King, Allen Farley, sensed outsiders entering his territory when they just crossed the border. As a supreme paragon, his level of sensory was stronger and more sensitive than others. That was why he knew Carson and Severin were in Northsea.
Moreover, the shockwave from the battle near the border of Midcity spread across several thousand miles of radius and affected the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Allen looked into the sky and said to his son who was studying how to be a king in the future. "Tristram, we have guests today. Go and welcome them."
"Yes, sir!" Tristram was doubtful but that did not stop him from following his father's order and nodding his head respectfully.
Tristram stepped out from the golden tent. He was a level four royal paragon now. His power of blood and energy was stronger than before and his body was shimmering with divine radiance. He flew into the sky and headed toward the direction his father had given him.
Several minutes later, he saw Severin and Carson. He stopped flying and cupped his hand. "So you two are the guests my father was talking about. He knew you were coming. Welcome to Northsea. Please follow me."
After that, he secretly looked at Severin who had his hands at the back while hovering in mid-air. He felt he was looking at the vastness of the sky and earth, instead of Severin. And he also could not sense any fluctuation in Severin's attainment.
His heart sank and felt extremely depressed. For he did not expect Severin would improve so quickly. Not too long ago, Severin was still at the same level as him. Now he was nowhere near Severin.
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