However, it simply never occurred to anyone that Severin's talent far surpassed that of his peers and had outstanding talent not just in swordsmanship but also in alchemy. It was a depressing thought, and Kenny felt a deep sense of despair and powerlessness in his heart.
Meanwhile, inside the Green Emperor's Pagoda topmost space here time flowed twenty times faster, several of the elders were extremely shocked to witness Severin's ascent to ninth-grade master alchemist.
After recovering from their initial astonishment, the third elder, Heath, was almost grinning to ear to ear. He had initially believed that Severin would only be able to achieve that with at least decades, if not centuries, worth of experience. Yet, in just a few months, Severin had already made that outstanding progress.
Even if the differing speeds of time inside and outside the Green Emperor's Pagoda were considered, Severin's breakthrough to ninth-grade master alchemist would have at least taken a few years.
The talent that Severin displayed endeared Heath greatly, and Heath would have wanted to take Severin on as his personal successor had Adrian not called dibs already.
Carson smiled from a distance and stroked his beard while remarking happily, "Now that he's become a ninth-grade master alchemist, the strength of the Grandiuno Sacred Land will see a marked improvement!" The value of a ninth-grade alchemist to a sacred land was immeasurable, almost priceless, even. Even formidable supreme paragons would fight to obtain pills made by those eminent alchemists.
In light of the brewing conflict between the two sacred lands, Carson believed that Severin's ability to craft ninth-grade pills would excite many of the elders who were ninth-grade royal paragons. Severin's value toward enhancing the overall strength of the Grandiuno Sect was not to be underestimated even if he had yet to become proficient in ninth-grade pills and could only refine eighth-grade ones.
Elsewhere, at the headquarters of the Primordial Sacred Land in Midland, a magnificent palace could be seen floating atop the main peak. Inside, Baldwin was shrouded in a thick black aura as he gazed at the elders flanking him. Eventually, his eyes settled on the old devils Grenn and Horra from the Yellow Ghost Tribe Sacred Land and the Wicked Tribe Sacred Land, respectively.
Since their recent alliance, the interests of all three factions had become deeply intertwined. Baldwin, the Yellow Ghost Tribe, and the Wicked Tribe had one common factor in their techniques, which was to consume the life of another person. They were thus consigned to the dark side.
A supreme paragon elder stood up and said to Baldwin, "After half a month of investigation, we've discovered that Carson, the grand elder of the Grandiuno Sacred Land, has brought Severin to Greatflare and the Northsea."
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