Felipe and Wuhlricht concurred with Severin's view. Wuhlricht rose from his chair and glanced solemnly at the girls. "Severin is correct. Now is not the time to be arrogant. Level nine royal saints might be illustrious figures in the Skyblue Sect, but they're not perceived as all-powerful in the Bleurealm."
Wuhlricht paused for emphasis and continued, "And we haven't even taken into account the fact that the Grandiuno Sect has authority over the sacred lake. The fact that these Sun-grade high-rank combat techniques were given to Severin by the Chorteaus' is a sign that we must be careful here. Not even the Skyblue Sect could get such techniques!"
For the record, the Chorteaus were no more than a second-tier family in Nontwo City, and Rourie, the head of the family, was only a level five royal saint. Although Wuhlricht did not think highly of such an attainment, he was not about to underestimate the opponents they might face at the sacred lake tournament.
As Severin had pointed out, if the Chorteaus could seek external aid, then it was highly likely that other families in Nontwo City could do the same. Disclosing their attainments could incite panic within the Chorteaus, as well as prompt other families who were privy to the information to make a move against them.
Sheila saw the seriousness in Wuhlricht's expression and smiled awkwardly at Severin. "Hehe, I wasn't serious about that. Let's continue training, girls."
Sheila chose the plaque that was most suited to her and left. After everyone had made their choices, Severin prepared to enter seclusion as well. Fresh from his recent comprehension of the technique, he planned to continue training the True-Sun Fist. His goal was to grasp the fundamentals of the Sun-grade combat technique before the sacred lake tournament. Having two Sun-grade combat techniques at his disposal would only increase his chances of winning.
The only individuals who could potentially assist him were his parents. They were fully focused on making a breakthrough within the secret realm tended to by his maternal grandfather. When that idea popped up, Endric retrieved a pendant from his garment. His sullen expression reflected his chilling, murderous intent, and he activated the communication pendant before narrating his story with several exaggerations.
Within the Walpens' secret realm in Nontwo City, a big-sized middle-aged man was relaxing in a lakeside pavilion. He was enjoying some bamboo pole fishing.
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