It was a strange feeling.

Rowan felt the blood inside his body surge with heat, his bones trembling as his meridians stretched wider and wider. A power he had never touched before erupted from the deepest part of his bloodline, like a sleeping dragon finally opening its eyes.

His cultivation began breaking through—first to the peak of True Immortal Realm Level One, then into True Immortal Realm Level Two.

When he opened his eyes, tears were already glistening in them.

“Palace Mistress… Mr. Chance… I have no way to repay this kindness.”

Gwendolyn shook her head. “There’s nothing to repay. The Frost Deity Branch was always one family.”

Rowan rose to his feet and bowed deeply.