It was a strange feeling. Rowan felt the blood in his body surging hot, his bones trembling, his meridians stretching wider and wider.
A power he had never touched before came rushing out of the deepest part of his bloodline, as some sleeping dragon had finally opened its eyes. His cultivation started breaking through-first the peak of True Immortal Realm Level One, then True Immortal Realm Level Two.
He opened his eyes, and tears were already shining in them. "Palace Mistress... Mr. Chance... I have no way to repay this kindness..."
Gwendolyn shook her head. "No need to repay anything. The Frost Deity Branch was one family to begin with."
Rowan rose to his feet and gave a deeply respectful bow. Then he asked, "Hall Master, in our Frost Deity Branch... How many people are left?"
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